—¿Es normal que la cabeza de la señora Braun aún se mueva?
—Claro que sí, cariño. Normal.
—¿Aunque ya no esté en su cuello?
—Aunque ya no esté.
Their eyes met. And there was nothing else around. He looked at her like someone who knew someone he had always known, and she did the same. But th...
Finalmente me encontraron. Estaba tumbada sobre la tierra despertándome de un sueño que parecía eterno. Me sentía feliz de ver la luz, pero no ente...
De repente se dio cuenta de sus poderes. Amanda estaba sentada en el bosque esperando a Daniel, su amigo, quien parecía haberla olvidado. Ella espe...
She likes that very moment before things start. Her own darkest hour before the dawn.
Entering a new world. It’s in her hands, at the same time i...
And so I bend over, face down, as my eyes well up once more.
“I won’t do it,” you say, like a promise. “I’ll never hit you again.”
And I d...
As the meat burned on the yard, she lit a cigarette.
Inside the house, the afternoon sunshine illuminated her beautiful red vases on the shelf....
The sound of the camera startled the redhaired man, pulling him out of his sleep. The other man was so close they almost bumped their heads.
She opened the window... In case she saw him coming.
Y aunque te fuiste pronto , quererte me encanto
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