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créditos.
Skin hecho por Hardrock de Captain Knows Best. Personalización del skin por Insxne.
Gráficos por y codes hechos por Kaffei e Insxne.
Gráficos por y codes hechos por Kaffei e Insxne.
Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
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Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
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Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
Bienvenida Luu adoro aue ames la novela y bueno, es un orco y le mando a tomar fantita*-* Me da igual lo que le pcurra Kises PD: No se donde vive pero te puedo dejar su telefono xd
Jockie.
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
CAPÍTULO NUEVE
Te recuestas en la cama, con la mirada clavada en el techo de tu habitación oscuro y salpicado por luz lunar plateada. Tus manos estan entrelazadas detrás de tu nuca, tirando te tu suave cabello castaño lacio. Lo tienes todo plaenada. Dulce y lento el sacrificio. Ahora te ha dado por la segunda fase del "Olvido". De escuchar canciones lentas que te recuerdan a él a dedicarte a analizar canciones de heavy metal en inglés sobre engaños y sacrificios. Mentiras y falsedades. Estas "conectada" a una canción que te ha pasado una amiga tuya que va contigo a boxeo. Se llamaba "I Miss The Misery" de Halestorm. Trata de una chica, que rompe con su pareja y se da cuenta de que no le extraña a él, si no la miseria. Las peleas. Las discusiones. La forma en la que él pasa de ella. La patada psicológica que le da en la cara. "Echo de menos la miseria". Te sientes identificada. Como si hablará de vosotros dos.
-- I like the kick in the face... - cantas con una sonrisa y tu ardiente corazón latiendo en tu pecho, al ritmo de la bateria.
Meditas unos instantes y tu angelito interno te pregunta si haces bien. Si lo que vas a hacer esta bien. Te muerdes el labio y le preguntas a él que si lo que te ha hecho él esta bien. Eso provoca que cierre su boquita y tu sonrias complacida. Es pagarle con la misma moneda y sabes que tus amigas te apoyarán. Sabes que lo que harás esta mal, pero te da lo mismo. La canción se acaba de nuevo y luego pasa a la siguiente: "Sweet Sacrifice" de Evanescence. Esta, trata de un chico que quiere destruir a una chica por varios medios y vive para hacerle la vida imposible. La chica se autollama "dulce sacrificio".
-- You pour sweet little innocet, drew your eyes and testify. You know you life to breake me... -cantas en susurros, sintiendo la guitarra vibrar en tus labios y dedos.
Te quedas dormida.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
El sonido del despertador te despierta. El móvil esta a tu costado, al lado de tu cadera y recuerdas resplandeciente que hoy es martes. Un precioso martes de venganza. Te pones en pie, contenta y te vistes lo más rápido posible. Escojes unos pantalones negros y una camiseta de color gris de manga corta. Llevas tus famosas Cheenis malgastadas y rotas de color negro y morado. Te sueltas el pelo, peinando tu cabello en dos trenzas perfectas y coges tu telefono. Tus ojos hoy son azules y parecen más intensos bajo la capa de rimen que te has aplicado. Sonries al entrar en la cocina, donde Linda y el resto de chicas te esperan. En tus manos llevas aquel cuaderno donde has apuntado las putadas de Liam.
---Buenos días -saludas sonriente.
Ellas te miran, raro. Todas arrugan el ceño y a Nina se le cae la tostada a el tazón de chocolate. Jade se atraganta con el zumo de naranja y todas te miran horrorizadas. Parecen que han visto un fantasma.
-- Buenos dias -contesta finalmente Mary soltando el tenedor.
-- ¿Cómo despertaron? -preguntas dejando en la encimera el cuaderno y cogiendo una mandarina.
-- Bien -susurran todas extrañadas.
Sueltas una carcada y comentas:
-- Parecen que han visto un fantasma.
-- Quien dice que no lo estamos viendo ahora -murmura Linda.
Pones los ojos en blanco y comes.
-- ¿Qué tienes ahí? -pregunta Jade haciendo un gesto brusco con la cabeza y señalando el cuaderno que esta a tu lado.
-- ¿Esto? -preguntas cogiendolo con una mano-. Un cuaderno.
-- Tú no, ¿enserio? -dice Mary con sarcasmo.
-- ¿Qué contiene?
-- 17 putadas calificadas por Liam Payne y... mi super plan de venganza -contestas con una sonrisa.
-- ¿Plan de venganza? -repite Nina con los ojos como platos.
Jade escupe todo el zumo y se atraganta, tosieno como loca. Mary le da palmaditas en la espalda.
-- ¿Contra quién?
-- Perry el Ornitorrinco - contestas en broma.
-- ¿En serio?
-- ¡Pues no! Contra Liam Payne.
-- Y exactamente, ¿por qué?
-- Leerlo.
Tiras con elegancia el cuaderno, deslizandolo por la mesa. Tus amigas lo cogen, y empiezan a leer el volumen número uno. Tardan media hora en acabarla y te miran. Sus ojos brillan.
-- Cuenta con nosotras - dicen al unisono.
-- Bien - sonries -. Que empiece la masacre
Te recuestas en la cama, con la mirada clavada en el techo de tu habitación oscuro y salpicado por luz lunar plateada. Tus manos estan entrelazadas detrás de tu nuca, tirando te tu suave cabello castaño lacio. Lo tienes todo plaenada. Dulce y lento el sacrificio. Ahora te ha dado por la segunda fase del "Olvido". De escuchar canciones lentas que te recuerdan a él a dedicarte a analizar canciones de heavy metal en inglés sobre engaños y sacrificios. Mentiras y falsedades. Estas "conectada" a una canción que te ha pasado una amiga tuya que va contigo a boxeo. Se llamaba "I Miss The Misery" de Halestorm. Trata de una chica, que rompe con su pareja y se da cuenta de que no le extraña a él, si no la miseria. Las peleas. Las discusiones. La forma en la que él pasa de ella. La patada psicológica que le da en la cara. "Echo de menos la miseria". Te sientes identificada. Como si hablará de vosotros dos.
-- I like the kick in the face... - cantas con una sonrisa y tu ardiente corazón latiendo en tu pecho, al ritmo de la bateria.
Meditas unos instantes y tu angelito interno te pregunta si haces bien. Si lo que vas a hacer esta bien. Te muerdes el labio y le preguntas a él que si lo que te ha hecho él esta bien. Eso provoca que cierre su boquita y tu sonrias complacida. Es pagarle con la misma moneda y sabes que tus amigas te apoyarán. Sabes que lo que harás esta mal, pero te da lo mismo. La canción se acaba de nuevo y luego pasa a la siguiente: "Sweet Sacrifice" de Evanescence. Esta, trata de un chico que quiere destruir a una chica por varios medios y vive para hacerle la vida imposible. La chica se autollama "dulce sacrificio".
-- You pour sweet little innocet, drew your eyes and testify. You know you life to breake me... -cantas en susurros, sintiendo la guitarra vibrar en tus labios y dedos.
Te quedas dormida.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
El sonido del despertador te despierta. El móvil esta a tu costado, al lado de tu cadera y recuerdas resplandeciente que hoy es martes. Un precioso martes de venganza. Te pones en pie, contenta y te vistes lo más rápido posible. Escojes unos pantalones negros y una camiseta de color gris de manga corta. Llevas tus famosas Cheenis malgastadas y rotas de color negro y morado. Te sueltas el pelo, peinando tu cabello en dos trenzas perfectas y coges tu telefono. Tus ojos hoy son azules y parecen más intensos bajo la capa de rimen que te has aplicado. Sonries al entrar en la cocina, donde Linda y el resto de chicas te esperan. En tus manos llevas aquel cuaderno donde has apuntado las putadas de Liam.
---Buenos días -saludas sonriente.
Ellas te miran, raro. Todas arrugan el ceño y a Nina se le cae la tostada a el tazón de chocolate. Jade se atraganta con el zumo de naranja y todas te miran horrorizadas. Parecen que han visto un fantasma.
-- Buenos dias -contesta finalmente Mary soltando el tenedor.
-- ¿Cómo despertaron? -preguntas dejando en la encimera el cuaderno y cogiendo una mandarina.
-- Bien -susurran todas extrañadas.
Sueltas una carcada y comentas:
-- Parecen que han visto un fantasma.
-- Quien dice que no lo estamos viendo ahora -murmura Linda.
Pones los ojos en blanco y comes.
-- ¿Qué tienes ahí? -pregunta Jade haciendo un gesto brusco con la cabeza y señalando el cuaderno que esta a tu lado.
-- ¿Esto? -preguntas cogiendolo con una mano-. Un cuaderno.
-- Tú no, ¿enserio? -dice Mary con sarcasmo.
-- ¿Qué contiene?
-- 17 putadas calificadas por Liam Payne y... mi super plan de venganza -contestas con una sonrisa.
-- ¿Plan de venganza? -repite Nina con los ojos como platos.
Jade escupe todo el zumo y se atraganta, tosieno como loca. Mary le da palmaditas en la espalda.
-- ¿Contra quién?
-- Perry el Ornitorrinco - contestas en broma.
-- ¿En serio?
-- ¡Pues no! Contra Liam Payne.
-- Y exactamente, ¿por qué?
-- Leerlo.
Tiras con elegancia el cuaderno, deslizandolo por la mesa. Tus amigas lo cogen, y empiezan a leer el volumen número uno. Tardan media hora en acabarla y te miran. Sus ojos brillan.
-- Cuenta con nosotras - dicen al unisono.
-- Bien - sonries -. Que empiece la masacre
Jockie.
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
1º: Nadie, absolutamente NADIE, se debería de haber atrevido a copiar mis super sensuales comentarios que te animan a seguirla.
2º-Esto no acabará así pequeña sin imaginación...
3º-¡Pobre Jade que se nos muere!
4º-¡O SHI! ¡VAMOS A MATAR A LIAM!
5º-La primera vez que me dieron la patada yo tambien empecé a escuchar a Evanescence..
6º-Una duda existencial...¿Cuando empezarán a emparejarse? Es decir, tunos pediste el chico y...bueno, no me importa no tener a Niall pero..¿When?
7º-Me gusta como piensas...
2º-Esto no acabará así pequeña sin imaginación...
3º-¡Pobre Jade que se nos muere!
4º-¡O SHI! ¡VAMOS A MATAR A LIAM!
5º-La primera vez que me dieron la patada yo tambien empecé a escuchar a Evanescence..
6º-Una duda existencial...¿Cuando empezarán a emparejarse? Es decir, tunos pediste el chico y...bueno, no me importa no tener a Niall pero..¿When?
7º-Me gusta como piensas...
Maria.Horan.1D
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
Pronto os empezais a emparejar:3 Matemos a Liam Payne! {Al dela novela} (:
Jockie.
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
Me encanto el capítulo!
Oh yes la venganza!
¿Que se le habrá ocurrido a la rayis?
Me encanto:D
Oh yes la venganza!
¿Que se le habrá ocurrido a la rayis?
Me encanto:D
jungkook.
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
SIII!! VAMOS A MATAR A LIAM PAYNE! TIENES QUE SEGUIRLA YA O MORIREEEE!! ESTA SUPER TU NOVE...ME ENCANTA EN SERIO PERO SI NO LA SIGUES TE MATOO!! OKNO PERO SIGUELA YAA PLIS! BESOS PRECIOSA
María Malik_Directioner
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
siguela ;)
kiero matar a liam yaaaa!!
:maloso:
kiero matar a liam yaaaa!!
:maloso:
nina_pop
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
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Maria.Horan.1D
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
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Maria.Horan.1D
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
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Maria.Horan.1D
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Maria.Horan.1D
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Maria.Horan.1D
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Maria.Horan.1D
Re: Si hay amor, hay dolor; si hay dolor, hay venganza y, si hay venganza, estoy yo.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Maria.Horan.1D
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