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«¿Por qué soy yo? Tus padres violados te enseñaron a mentir, pero yo te enseñe a vivir en esta mierda de calle, no seas mimada.» Continuó fumando aquel porro como si nada, mientras usaba su diestra para acariciarle la cabeza.
