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My madrastra and my daughters left me at home when I was buried so that my father entered into a coma - El karma las golpeó al día siguiente

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We cannot seguir escuchando. Irrumpi in the living room.

"Hablas en serio? ¡Le estás mintiendo, Brenda! Tú y tus hijas son el problema, no yo".

Dad got up, with a dark face. "Leah, calm down. Let's talk about this".

“No, no podemos”, hoped. “Nunca me escuchas”.

Brenda was more concerned. “Leah, we are alone with you”.

Brenda finge is concerned about what Leah is desperate to hear | Source: Midjourney
Brenda finge is concerned about what Leah is desperate to hear | Source: Midjourney

"¿Ayudarme? Me reí amargamente. “Son ustedes quienes stropean todo”.

The gems appear at the top of the ladder, sounding like Cheshire cats. Be sure to put your heels on and dirty them along the main door, which is necessary. Caminé por el vecindario, tratando de refrescarme. As soon as I came, my dad stood there hoping on the porch.

Leah's father consulted her on the porch, intending to have the spaces | Source: Midjourney
Leah's father consulted her on the porch, intending to have the spaces | Source: Midjourney

“Amor, we have to encounter the way this function works,” said to me sweetly. “Te quiero, but also quiero to Brenda. Ahora we are a family”.

Lo miré, con lágrimas en los ojos. “Papá, son horrible conmigo. ¿En serio no te das cuenta?”

I abrazó with fire. “Hablaré con ellas, te lo prometo. Intenta ser paciente”.

Asentí, but sabía that would be useless. Brenda lo tenía engatusado, y yo lo era el obstaculo incomómodo.
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