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Mi mejor amigo me hae sentir esasensación, hasta soy como sy no finjo aparentar nada, yyy el es el mas serio del curso, no habla con ni una chica solo conmigo eso me hace sentor especial muy especial ,incluso rie conmigo jaja es divertido.
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