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dayaa_a15
Daya :
estamos todas las miraculous?
2025-03-06 03:02:33
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g___c07
ɢ'ɢᴀʙʏ 💋 :
no entiendo que le vemos a los hombres 🫦
2025-03-14 19:24:06
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luis_espinoza18
Erik el rojo. 에릭 더 레드. :
🥰🥰🥰LOVEYOU ❤️❤️❤️
2025-03-17 11:35:32
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ferreelll
Fernanda Ferrel :
Que bonito te quedó el cuerpo con esa cirugía se lucio el doc te ves hasta natural🥺🫶🏼
2025-03-06 03:02:07
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lara_mishelle.1
Lara. :
Nunca envidia siempre ganas 😁
2025-03-14 03:33:54
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yessir0307
Yessir0307 :
soy el novio, hagan sus preguntas. 🫶🏻
2025-03-06 02:40:13
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gabydiaz0209
Lagaby❤️ :
Yo solo quiero que le den like a mi comentario para que este suena y suena las notificaciones y mi marido me pregunte enojado; Quien diablos te habla tanto y se arme el apocalipsis Colaboren😂
2025-03-14 19:26:24
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kattump17
K A T H E XX 🐉 :
Creo que soy lesbiana 👁️👄👁️
2025-03-17 12:21:13
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lesliekatherine2
𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮🫧🇦🇹 :
Yo y las que quisiéramos la Lipo 😫😫
2025-03-17 22:03:14
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______dany0
🌺 :
Necesito ese cuerpo sin tener que ir al gym 🤣🤣🤣
2025-03-14 23:38:53
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dylanporras7
Dylan :
Que afortunado el novio
2025-03-08 00:29:03
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toborifamily
toborifamily :
You are the most beautiful woman 😍
2025-03-17 22:02:48
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andrea.barron23
Andrea :
No antojen
2025-03-06 02:36:57
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raymundohernande173
Ray :
Cómo se llama la canción de Tego calderon ?
2025-03-15 19:56:37
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marcr7063
Mar🇨🇷 :
Necesito estar así para el sábado 😁
2025-03-14 03:02:20
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andi_evr21
Elizabeth Vargas :
En otra vida, te vi a los ojos bb
2025-03-17 21:23:38
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Kenda :
Me encanta tu vibeeee reinota
2025-03-06 03:58:15
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2025-03-06 06:03:59
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andresalab
solo soy yo :
buen
2025-03-17 12:30:32
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janisangulo2005
JANIS BRISSEYS ANGUL :
manifiesto ese cuerpo ❤️❤️❤️
2025-03-18 00:24:18
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sarai503hernande
Diana Platero ❣️🤗🇳🇮 :
No apto para salarios mínimos 😆😆😆😆😂
2025-03-29 01:53:52
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pollitotmfv
𝑨.𝑱⚡ :
QUIEN DE TEAM TEGO CALDERON
2025-04-17 19:03:18
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altinog01
luis garcia :
que linda eres Natalia de donde eres ?
2025-03-06 14:54:47
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yimmygeovanyespin
yimmygeovanyespin :
muy hermosa ud mamita 😘😘😘
2025-03-11 11:43:31
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carlosperez8583
@CarlosOficial🇻🇪 :
super divina princesa hermosa ❤️😘😍
2025-03-10 22:29:00
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Some people spend their lives running from time, denying its fragility, only to wake too late to its quiet, unyielding truth. But Ava was not like most people. I like to think she always knew. She didn’t need the shadow of her illness to teach her how precious her days were. Even as the diagnosis tried to define her, she remained herself—vibrant, silly, a bright thread woven through the fabric of the world. Her joy was defiant, a spark no darkness could extinguish. Ava moved through life as if in harmony with all of the beauty that surrounded her. She was my closest friend, my mirror, my grounding presence. To the world, she may have been a fleeting light, but to me, she was infinite. Ava was not just a friend; she was a piece of my heart that defies words, a puzzle I will never finish. Saying goodbye was like closing a book before the final chapter—unfinished, unbearable. In her hospital room, time shrank, the air heavy with all the words I couldn’t string together. Through tears, I whispered, “We sure had our fun.” She looked at me, her eyes still carrying that familiar sparkle, and said, “Yes, we did. We really did.” And that was it: the truth of us. Endless days of laughter, whispered secrets, and a friendship that felt like gravity, natural and constant. She was the one who taught me how to laugh without apology, how to stay grounded in the chaos, how to see light even in the darkest corners. Our journey was stitched with moments that will outlast us both. We built dreams together, the kind that stretched past her time on Earth—our honeymoon in Italy after her perfect wedding. She wasn’t just alive; she lived. Fiercely. Fully. She breathed meaning into the ordinary, pulled joy from the mundane. Ava taught me what it meant to exist in the present, to hold life in trembling hands and marvel at its weight. Because of her, I understand what it means to truly feel alive. Her passing feels like poetry written in the language of autumn—the season she loved most. She used to talk about the leaves how they fell so softly, like they’d made peace with the letting go. Now, it feels as though the world itself is mourning her. The leaves whisper her name; the wind carries her laughter; the stars hold her secrets. Ava has folded herself into the world she cherished—woven into every tide, every dawn, every gentle twilight. There is a grave inside me where Ava rests. I visit her often, through the memory of her laugh, her quiet wisdom, her way of seeing the world as it should be—boundless, beautiful. I carry her with me, in the stillness of early mornings and the golden slant of afternoon light. If you are lucky enough to have your friends alive and well, hold them close. Life asks so little of us, yet gives so much in return. It’s in the easy laughter, the silences that feel like music, the way time slows when you’re side by side. Tell them you love them, share your hidden truths, hold their hands through the fleeting moments. These are the blessings, the only ones that truly matter. Looking back, I sometimes wonder if Ava should have found someone kinder, someone who could give her more than I ever could. But life doesn’t work that way. We found each other because we were meant to—two souls searching for something real and finding it together. Ava, thank you for being the truest part of me. For reminding me that life, even in its brevity, is worth everything. Until our souls meet again, I will carry you forward, in laughter, in memory, and in the quiet moments where the world feels infinite. I am going to miss you forever and always <3
Some people spend their lives running from time, denying its fragility, only to wake too late to its quiet, unyielding truth. But Ava was not like most people. I like to think she always knew. She didn’t need the shadow of her illness to teach her how precious her days were. Even as the diagnosis tried to define her, she remained herself—vibrant, silly, a bright thread woven through the fabric of the world. Her joy was defiant, a spark no darkness could extinguish. Ava moved through life as if in harmony with all of the beauty that surrounded her. She was my closest friend, my mirror, my grounding presence. To the world, she may have been a fleeting light, but to me, she was infinite. Ava was not just a friend; she was a piece of my heart that defies words, a puzzle I will never finish. Saying goodbye was like closing a book before the final chapter—unfinished, unbearable. In her hospital room, time shrank, the air heavy with all the words I couldn’t string together. Through tears, I whispered, “We sure had our fun.” She looked at me, her eyes still carrying that familiar sparkle, and said, “Yes, we did. We really did.” And that was it: the truth of us. Endless days of laughter, whispered secrets, and a friendship that felt like gravity, natural and constant. She was the one who taught me how to laugh without apology, how to stay grounded in the chaos, how to see light even in the darkest corners. Our journey was stitched with moments that will outlast us both. We built dreams together, the kind that stretched past her time on Earth—our honeymoon in Italy after her perfect wedding. She wasn’t just alive; she lived. Fiercely. Fully. She breathed meaning into the ordinary, pulled joy from the mundane. Ava taught me what it meant to exist in the present, to hold life in trembling hands and marvel at its weight. Because of her, I understand what it means to truly feel alive. Her passing feels like poetry written in the language of autumn—the season she loved most. She used to talk about the leaves how they fell so softly, like they’d made peace with the letting go. Now, it feels as though the world itself is mourning her. The leaves whisper her name; the wind carries her laughter; the stars hold her secrets. Ava has folded herself into the world she cherished—woven into every tide, every dawn, every gentle twilight. There is a grave inside me where Ava rests. I visit her often, through the memory of her laugh, her quiet wisdom, her way of seeing the world as it should be—boundless, beautiful. I carry her with me, in the stillness of early mornings and the golden slant of afternoon light. If you are lucky enough to have your friends alive and well, hold them close. Life asks so little of us, yet gives so much in return. It’s in the easy laughter, the silences that feel like music, the way time slows when you’re side by side. Tell them you love them, share your hidden truths, hold their hands through the fleeting moments. These are the blessings, the only ones that truly matter. Looking back, I sometimes wonder if Ava should have found someone kinder, someone who could give her more than I ever could. But life doesn’t work that way. We found each other because we were meant to—two souls searching for something real and finding it together. Ava, thank you for being the truest part of me. For reminding me that life, even in its brevity, is worth everything. Until our souls meet again, I will carry you forward, in laughter, in memory, and in the quiet moments where the world feels infinite. I am going to miss you forever and always <3

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