Table of Contents | 16 Jan 2012
When I was twelve, my hada madrina came to visit. My fairy godmother hadn't come to see us since my baptism, so I didn't even know her except from the stories, like the one about cousin Tomasita and the goat who could play f�tbol.
When the moment is right we go into his sack.
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