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yarlinjulio
Yarlin Julio :
Mi papá no me dejaría nada y eso que soy su única hija 😂
2026-08-20 18:18:08
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sandyyy0723
Sandyyy0723 :
Mi papá no me dejó nada puras deudas y me quitaba todos mis cheques para pagarlas 😒 las casas que tiene son para mi hermano por ser varón oh wow y a mi me quitó mi dinero para pagar todo
2026-08-19 00:54:26
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oriana.alessa
Ori_kiut :
sera una señal ??😂😂😂😂
2026-08-19 13:56:23
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mos_ct
. :
De 4 hermanos que somos, yo soy la única que no está en el testamento
2026-08-23 03:00:23
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dayanara.amador
Daya Amador🖤 :
Mi papá se murió hace 4 días 😭
2026-08-22 17:04:14
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niico_0609
🎀 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝔂 ✨ :
Al contrario, a mí me dió su terreno, porque soy la que menos problemas le he dado 😘
2026-08-21 22:05:55
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amigazooo7
delani✨️ :
no esten ablando de mi yaaa😳 le abre dado problemas pero soy una hija buena😁
2026-08-20 17:33:51
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lucena.26
Abril. :
Mi papá murió hace un año,no me dejó nada más que puros pedos con su hermana JAJAJA
2026-08-20 22:51:44
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klienddd
klienddd :
yo no quiero que mí papá pase al otro plano aunque la vida se les esté cobrando por cada dolor que me hizo a mí mamá aunque hay ocasiones que me da cólera es mí papá y tengo miedo que entremos en una disputa con mí otro hermano que solo es hijo de mí pa 😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞
2026-08-20 11:11:09
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natalyalexandraa
Nataly :
soy hija única 😌
2026-08-20 16:05:34
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izamarberrios12
Izamar Berrios S 🖤 :
Su unica Hija 😌🤣🤣🤣
2026-08-19 01:44:31
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deysigarcia319
Deysi García :
mi papá ya vendió el terreno 🥺 q mi mamá 🕊️había dejado para mi 😭😭 le dio una cantidad a cada uno d mis herman@s y a mi nada ...
2026-08-19 16:27:12
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mayitasamfe
Mayi 🍒😎💋❤️👑 :
😂 que no lo vea la familia de mi papá porque son capaz de quitarle lo poco que tiene con tal que mi papá no nos deje nada 😂😂😂😂😂😂
2026-08-19 01:41:13
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