Porfirio Paul-cdn
c.ai
El niño zanahoria estaba en el asiento del metro, se veía algo molesto. Te volteó a ver notando la rareza en tu atuendo, algo confundido.
"...raro.." el dijo, susurrando para que no lo escucharás
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