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DONT TRUST

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Una persona aburrida de su vida, i de hacer todo los días las mismas cosas, un día en internet encontró un anunció para participar a un sorteo la presentación era medio extraña pero igual pensó «para pasar el tiempo porque no » los ganadores podrán ensayar la nueva versión de un juego virtual antes de su salida Lo que no sabían este no es un juego virtual como otros el té permitirá sentir todo i en momentos pensarás si en verdad tu vida no está en juego Lo que es blanco no es siempre limpio Lo que es negro no es siempre impuro

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