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Part 1: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/different-reasons-part-1.html

Part 2: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/different-reasons-part-2.html

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----- Different Reasons: Part 3 FINAL -----

-- Written by “Irene Naridza”

It was end of school day at the local school. With great enthusiasm, all the children began to get on the school buses to return home. Many other children went home walking and others were picked up by their family or a driver who came to see them in a car or motorcycle.

This last case was that of Kevin and Kelly. Two twin siblings waiting for their mother to come pick them up in her car. It usually took a couple of minutes, so they always had time to play or even chat with each other. Since they were both in the same class, they were talking about how they could cheat on the upcoming exams.

The talk did not last long because they heard the sound of a horn. "Look, there's mom." Kelly said noticing her dear mother's car. She waved at them and they both walked over and got on. On the way back home, they had the usual talk where her mother inquired about how their day at school had been. They responded positively.

The mother's conversation began to get more focused on her daughter, so Kevin was left out. That didn't seem bad to him. He was very entertained watching the scenery on the road. While he saw the trees and different flowers planted at the side of the road go by quickly. He began to remember what had happened a few days ago.

FEW DAYS AGO.

For being mean to his sister, he had been forced to dress as a girl. He ended up like this for different reasons. His sister thought that would be quite a humiliating punishment and it would make him learn the lesson and not insult with her fashion sense again. But then he discovered that his mother had done it because she had to get clothes for his sister, but since she was sick, someone would have to replace her.

That ended up being Kevin. He was quite surprised when he understood that even if he hadn't bothered his sister. He still would have to impersonate Kelly, so his mother could buy her clothes. After all, being twins they were the same size, height, eye color, hair color, etc.

His sister had a good laugh when he returned that day in a new outfit. He paid no attention to it. He knew that she wasn't serious with her jokes. At that moment he was more absorbed in that new sensation that he had experienced, which was wearing tights.

"(I can't believe this, I'm a boy. But I love how it feels to wear them)" He said to himself while he looked in the mirror for last time before taking off all the outfit and putting it to wash, from that moment on, it would be clothing for Kelly. He didn't notice that his mother was right behind him until he heard her laugh.

"I see it's a little hard for you to say goodbye to the dress and tights." Said his mother. "No, it's not that, the thing is, I've never seen myself in this kind of outfit before." She responded by trying to hide his true thoughts. “Since I don't plan to use them again. I just wanted to take a good look before going back to my normal clothes” he concluded.

"Your eyes tell me something different." His mother had detected the lie. "Your sister has many pairs of tights. They would fit you perfectly. Do you know why I didn't put any kind of stockings on you to go shopping?" The question seemed out of place to the little boy, but she tried to answer it.

"I HAVE NO IDEA." The answer made the woman giggle. “I’m a big fan of stockings and tights. Haven't you noticed that I always wear them?" She pointed to her legs wrapped in black nylon pantyhose. “I couldn't let anyone say that such beautiful garments are something ridiculous. Not even my own son." She put her arm around him "That's why I wanted to teach you a little lesson."

Everything finished fitting. Now all that punishment made sense. “You can't fool me, Kevin. I noticed you liked them." Kevin was about to come up with an excuse, but the next words from his mother would leave him without one. “That pair you're wearing. You can keep it. I already bought enough for Kelly.” He couldn't believe it. “Those tights are now yours." She patted his head before beginning to help him took off the dress.

MANY DAYS AFTER.

Kevin couldn't be happier when he got his very own pair of tights. He always wore them along with shorts when he was alone in his room. It was easy to wash them since his family had a washing machine at home. When he put them out to dry, they went unnoticed among his sister's clothes. His mother always helped him hide them among his clean clothes so they would return to him without anyone suspecting a thing.

He didn't want to try them out in public, it was something Kevin wanted to keep to himself and his mother. It didn't take much effort to realize that people were often very closed-minded, but very nosy in the lives of others. The less they knew, the better it could be.

PRESENT MOMENT.

He looked for a moment at his legs that were covered by the pants of the boys' uniform. No one could notice anything unusual. But under the pants, were her beloved pair of white tights. He had learned to hide them under her long pants, so he could wear them anywhere. They didn't feel like when he wore them with the dress, but he was satisfied.

He will always thank his mother for showing him the beauty in this garment.

THE END.
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- Maybe Kevin won’t be able to wear his tights the way he wants. But at least, he will be satisfied with the way he has.

 

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DIFFERENT REASONS - PART 2

 

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Part 1: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/different-reasons-part-1.html

> Part 2: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/different-reasons-part-2.html

Part 3: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/different-reasons-part-3-final.html

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----- Different Reasons: Part 2 -----

-- Written by “Irene Naridza”

"So. Why did you force me to dress as a girl and go out in public like this?” Kevin asked his mother in whispers. “Kelly. You know your clothes are getting too small for you. That's why today we went out together to buy you new clothes." Replied his mother, playing the game that Kevin was Kelly. Kevin thought about it for a moment and decided that it would be better this way if he want to avoid embarrassing moments.

"Couldn't we do it another day?" Kelly asked. “I have school tomorrow and…” She couldn't finish her sentence. “You know that today is the only day I can. I'm very busy, not to mention your father, who is still busy with his work in another city. It's easy to spend family time at home. But it is difficult to go out, because we live a bit far from the city.” The woman explained.

Due to the income of the parents. Kelly's family could afford one or the other luxury. They even lived in a nice town on the outskirts of the city, the only drawback being that it was far from the shopping malls, but at least she was close to the school and the airport.

"Come on, we have to hurry. Or we won't be able to buy you nice things.” The woman took Kelly by the hand again and they went to the nearest shopping mall where they entered a very large clothing store. They stayed in the girl’s section. Where Kelly received specific orders of what clothes to try on.

Kevin could barely hide his embarrassment. He felt quite exposed to the gaze and harassment of others, although in reality almost no one paid attention, because they believed that there was another mother buying beautiful things for her beloved daughter. In many occasions, she needed help to put on a certain item of clothing. But her mother was there to help her.

Kelly tried on a dozen skirts, dresses, girly-colored T-shirts, summer hats, tights in different colors and patterns, and even various pajamas. She also tried on different shoes, from flats to low heels pumps. Her mother also had her try on hair accessories like bows, bandanas and ornate clips. In the end. Kelly came out from the boutique with lots of new clothes.

By her mother's orders, she put on one of the outfits to return home. It was a dark blue dress, over it was a jacket of the same color. White tights wrapped around her legs and black flats with a little bow on the front covered her feet. "YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL." They were the words of her mother.

As they walked back to the car the cold breezes blew again. But this time Kelly didn't feel as cold as she had before. “Tights are ideal for wearing a skirt during the cold. Aren’t they?" The woman commented when she noticed that her daughter looked for a moment at her legs, where she would normally feel the cold entering. Now there was the white cotton of her new tights that covered her warmly.

"I guess. Sorry. I say, OF COURSE." Kelly said blushing. Not because anyone listened to them. They were far enough away from anyone. She blushed because she said it convinced. She was beginning to like the feel of cotton wrapping around her legs as the breeze blew while she walked. She shook her head to drive the thoughts away from her, but they wouldn't go away as long as she wore the outfit.

When they got to the car. Her mother opened the trunk and Kelly put all the bags inside it. After that, Kelly got in the back of the vehicle. “Little girl, sit as I taught you. You must smooth your skirt before sitting down. If not, wrinkles will appear.” Said her mother. To give a demonstration, she sat on a nearby fence, folding the skirt of her dress appropriately.

The little girl, a little embarrassed, imitated her. "Perfect. Well done, Kelly." She congratulated her as she caressed her cheek. The woman gets in and they both headed back home.

To Be Continued in the Final Part
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·         "Thanks for your purchase." She said with a smile the cashier of the boutique where a mother came out with her daughter after making some purchases. Kelly, the little girl, carried bags full of new clothes in both hands. They would be a nice addition to the real Kelly's wardrobe.

 

·         To give a demonstration, she stood up and sat back down, smoothing her skirt. The little girl, a little embarrassed, imitated her. "Perfect, Kelly." She complimented her as she caressed her cheek. "Mommy. Why are you doing this?" She asked her whispering with a red face. "You already know the reason. I told you at the boutique while I was buying clothes for you.” The woman replied, keeping her voice low.

 

 

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DIFFERENT REASONS - PART 1

 

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Part 2: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/different-reasons-part-2.html

Part 3: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/different-reasons-part-3-final.html

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----- Different Reasons: Part 1 -----

-- Written by “Irene Naridza”

The wind blew a cold winter breeze through the streets. It moved the brown leaves of the trees that were already starting to fall to the ground. It also moved some signs from cafes or clothing stores. And most importantly, it moved the long hair of the women taking a walk down the street.

“Brrr. IT'S SO COLD” complained a little girl holding hands with her mother. She was shivering a bit. “Isn't your jacket enough for this weather?” her mother asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well... it seems it's not” the girl confessed. She was about to say something else, but her mother interrupted.

“SEE, KELLY? I TOLD YOU.” She exclaimed victoriously, taking advantage of the fact that they were far enough from anyone else who could listen and intrude on their conversation.

“Jackets can't completely protect against the cold. You need to wear more layers,” the woman began to explain. “In your case, a good pair of tights would be an appropriate addition to your outfit. They would protect your legs from the cold, and they would make you look quite cute,” she concluded with a smile.

The woman continued walking hand in hand with her daughter. The girl felt scolded and annoyed by her advice. It was evident in the pout she was making. “Mom, this is completely stupid.” she said, stopping in her tracks, forcing her mother to stop too to avoid dragging her along.

“Is something wrong, Kelly?” she asked, surprised. “OF COURSE SOMETHING'S WRONG.” she complained. “Well, tell me.” she crouched down to her daughter's level to hear what she had to say. “Don't you see this?” she pointed to the pink dress she was wearing.

“Yes, it's a very pretty dress. It suits you well.” she replied, giving it a glance. “YES, IT'S A DRESS.” she exclaimed. “MOM, I'M A BOY. AND MY NAME IS KEVIN.” she whispered.

“Yes, I know I did something wrong. But. Don't you think it's a bit extreme and even a bit stupid to have forced me to wear a dress and take me out like this to humiliate me?” he was noticeably upset. “Don't you think you're omitting some information?” his mother said seriously. She took the boy by the hand and forced him to sit on the nearest bench.

“Look. What you did. It wasn't just wrong. It was cruel” she began to scold him. “You got your sister's freshly washed tights dirty because you were playing in the dirt. You know they're her favorite and she loves to wear them. What did you do when she complained?” she gave him a stern look, expecting an answer. Kevin tried to look away.

“You got angry, got them dirty again, and told her she was ridiculous and dressed ridiculously. The mud stain got deeply embedded, and now they won't be ready for tomorrow. Why did you do that? I didn't raise you that way.” she said, disappointed.

“I'm sorry, mom. I did it without thinking. It won't happen again.” he apologized, keeping his eyes on the ground. “You already said that at home, young lady.” his mother said, maintaining her stern voice. “That's why I brought you out like this.”

Kevin gave his outfit another glance. It was a pink dress with hearts embroidered on the skirt. Red shoes completed the outfit. He also wore a wig of long, straight hair. It was attached by small threads to his short, boyish hair.

“It's one of Kelly's favorite outfits, the real Kelly.” Kevin remembered his sister's malicious look while selecting the outfit. “Was it so people would laugh at me for being dressed as a girl?” he asked in a low voice to avoid drawing attention.

“That was your sister's intention, but actually. I had something else in mind.” The answer left him perplexed. She didn't rule out the idea of humiliation, but rather left open another possibility. “Then, why?”

To Be Continued…
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- This is a three-part short story. I was thinking a lot about whether to make it a single Caption. But I realized that it would be better to do it in three parts. I hope you like it.

 

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DIFERENTES RAZONES - PARTE 3. FINAL

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Parte 1: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/distintos-motivos-parte-1.html  

Parte 2: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/diferentes-razones-parte-2.html

> Parte 3: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/diferentes-razones-parte-3-final.html

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----- Diferentes Razones: Parte 3. FINAL -----

-- Escrita por “Irene Naridza”

Era la hora de salida en la escuela local. Con mucho entusiasmo, todos los niños empezaban a subir a los autobuses escolares para regresar a sus casas. Muchos otros niños emprendían el camino de regreso caminando y otros era recogidos por algún familiar o chofer que los venía a ver a un auto o motocicleta.

Este último caso era el de Kevin y Kelly. Dos hermanos gemelos que esperaban a que su madre viniera a recogerlos en su auto. Normalmente tardaba un par de minutos, por lo que siempre tenían tiempo para jugar o incluso para charlar entre ellos. Como ambos estaban en la misma clase, hablaban sobre cómo podrían hacer trampa en los próximos exámenes.

La charla no duró mucho pues escucharon el sonido de un claxon. “Mira, allí está mamá.” Dijo Kelly al notar el auto de su querida madre. Ella les hiso señas y ambos se acercaron y subieron. Por el camino de regreso tuvieron la usual charla donde la madre indagó sobre cómo había sido su día en la escuela. Ellos respondieron de forma positiva.

La conversación de la madre comenzó a irse más enfocada en su hija, por lo que Kevin quedó dejado de lado. Eso no le pareció malo. Estaba muy entretenido viendo el paisaje del camino. Mientras veía pasar rápidamente los árboles y distintas flores sembradas al constado del camino. Comenzó a recordar lo que había pasado hace pocos días.

DÍAS ANTES.

Por ser malo con su hermana, había sido obligado a vestirse de niña. Terminó así por diferentes razones. Su hermana creía que eso sería un castigo bastante humillante y lo haría escarmentar y a no meterse de nuevo con su sentido de la moda. Pero luego descubrió que su madre lo había hecho por que tenía que conseguirle ropa a su hermana, pero como ella estaba enferma, alguien tendría que suplir su lugar.

Ese terminó siendo Kevin. Él se sorprendió bastante cuando entendió que incluso si no hubiera molestado a su hermana. Él igualmente tendría que haberse hecho pasar por Kelly para que su madre comprase la ropa. Después de todo, al ser gemelos tenían la misma talla, altura, color de ojos, color de cabello, etc.

Su hermana se rio bastante cuando ese día regresó con un nuevo atuendo. No le prestó atención a ello. Sabía que no hablaba en serio con sus bromas. En ese momento estaba más absorto en esa nueva sensación que había experimentado, que era el de usar pantimedias.

“(No puedo creer esto, soy un niño. Pero adoro como se siente usarlas)” Se decía así mismo mientras se vio en el espejo por última vez antes de quitarse todo el atuendo y ponerlo a lavar, desde ese momento, sería ropa para Kelly. No notó que su madre estaba justo detrás de él hasta que la escuchó reírse.

“Veo que te cuesta un poco despedirte del vestido y las medias.” Dijo su madre. “No, no es eso, la cosa es que, nunca me había visto con este tipo de atuendo.” Respondió intentando ocultar sus verdaderos pensamientos. “Como no pienso volver a usarlos. Solo quería dar un buen vistazo antes de regresar a mi ropa normal.” concluyó.

“Tus ojos me dicen algo diferente.” Su madre había detectado la mentira. “Sabes. Tu hermana tiene muchos pares de pantimedias. Te quedarían perfectamente. ¿Sabes por qué no te puse ningún tipo de medias para salir?” La pregunta le pareció fuera de lugar al pequeño, pero intentó responderla.

“NO TENGO IDEA.” La respuesta hiso que la mujer diera una risita. “Soy muy fan de las pantimedias. ¿No has notado que siempre las uso?” señaló sus piernas envueltas en pantimedias de nylon negro. “No podía dejar que nadie dijera que una prenda tan hermosa es algo ridículo. Ni siquiera mi propio hijo varón.” Lo rodeó con su brazo. “Por eso quería darte una pequeña lección.”

Todo terminó de calzar. Ahora todo ese castigo tenía sentido. “No puedes engañarme, Kevin. Noté que te gustaron.” Kevin estaba por inventar una excusa, pero las siguientes palabras de su madre lo dejarían sin ganas de buscar una. “Ese par que están usando. Puedes quedártelo. Ya compré los suficientes para Kelly.” Él no podía creerlo. “Esas medias ahora son tuyas.” Acarició su cabeza antes de comenzar a ayudarlo a quitarse el vestido.

DÍAS DESPUÉS.

Kevin no podía estar más feliz cuando obtuvo su par propio de pantimedias. Siempre las usaba junto a pantaloncillos cortos cuando estaba solo en su habitación. Era fácil lavarlas ya que su familia tenía una lavadora en casa. Cuando las ponía a secar, pasaban desapercibidas entre la ropa de su hermana. Su madre lo ayudaba a siempre ocultarlas entre su ropa limpia para que regresasen a él sin que nadie sospechara nada.

No quería intentar probarlas en público, era algo que Kevin quería guardárselo para el mismo y su madre. No era necesario mucho esfuerzo para darse cuenta de que la gente solía ser muy cerrada de mente, pero muy entrometida en la vida de los demás. Entre menos supieran, mejor para él.

PRESENTE.

Miró un momento a sus piernas que estaban cubiertas por el pantalón del uniforme de chicos. Nadie podría notar nada raro. Pero debajo del pantalón, se encontraban su amado par de pantimedias blancas. Había aprendido a ocultarlas bajo sus pantalones largos, así podría llevarlas a donde sea. No se sentía como cuando las usó con el vestido, pero estaba conforme.

Siempre le agradecerá a su madre por haberle enseñado la belleza en esta prenda.

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 - Kevin no podrá usar las pantimedias como le hubiera gustado, pero al menos siempre se sentirá satisfecho de esa forma.

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DIFERENTES RAZONES - PARTE 2.

 

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Parte 1: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/distintos-motivos-parte-1.html  

> Parte 2: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/diferentes-razones-parte-2.html

Parte 3: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/diferentes-razones-parte-3-final.html  

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----- Diferentes Razones: Parte 2 -----

-- Escrita por “Irene Naridza”

“Entonces. ¿Por qué me obligaste a vestirme de niña y a salir así en público?” Kevin le preguntó a su madre entre susurros. “Hay Kelly. Ya sabes que tu ropa te está quedando pequeña. Por eso hoy salimos juntas a comprarte ropa nueva.” Respondió su madre, siguiendo el juego de que Kevin era Kelly. Kevin lo pensó por un momento y decidió que sería mejor así si quería evitar momentos vergonzosos.

“¿No podíamos hacerlo otro día?” Preguntó Kelly. “Mañana tengo escuela y…” No pudo terminar su oración. “Sabes que hoy es el único día que puedo. Ando muy ocupada, ni se diga tu padre, que sigue atareado con su trabajo en otra ciudad. Es fácil pasar tiempo en familia en casa. Pero es complicado salir, pues vivimos un tanto lejos.” Explicó la mujer.

Debido a los ingresos de los padres. La familia de Kelly podía darse uno que otro lujo. Incluso vivían en una bonita villa en la periferia de la ciudad, siendo el único inconveniente de que estaba lejos de los centros comerciales, pero al menos estaba cerca de la escuela y el aeropuerto.

“Vamos, hay que darnos prisa. O no podremos comprarte cosas lindas.” La mujer volvió a tomar de la mano a Kelly y fueron hacia el centro comercial más cercano donde entraron a una tienda de ropa muy grande. Se quedaron en la sección de niñas. Donde Kelly recibió órdenes específicas de que ropa probarse.

Kevin apenas podía ocultar su vergüenza. Se sentía bastante expuesto a la mirada y acoso de los demás, aunque en realidad casi nadie prestaba atención, pues creían que era otra madre comprando cosas lindas para su querida hija. En más de una ocasión, esta necesitó ayuda para ponerse una determinada prenda de ropa. Pero su madre estuvo allí para ayudarla.

Kelly se probó una docena de faldas, vestidos, camisetas de colores femeninos, sombreros de verano, pantimedias de distintos colores y patrones e incluso varios pijamas. También se probó distintos zapatos, desde zapatillas planas hasta zapatos de tacón bajo. Su madre también hizo que se pruebe complementos para el cabello como lazos, bandanas y binchas con adornos. Al final. Kelly salió de la tienda con mucha ropa nueva.

Por órdenes de su madre, se puso uno de los atuendos para regresar a casa. Era un vestido azul oscuro, sobre este iba un saco del mismo color. Pantimedias blancas envolvían sus piernas y zapatillas planas negras con un lacito en el frente cubrían sus pies. “TE VES HERMOSA.” Fueron las palabras de su madre.

Mientras caminaban de regreso al auto las frías brisas soplaron de nuevo. Pero esta vez Kelly no sintió tanto frío como antes. “Las pantimedias son ideales para usar falda durante el frío. ¿No es así?” Comentó la mujer al notar que su hija miró por un momento a sus piernas, donde normalmente sentiría entrar al frío. Ahora se encontraba el algodón blanco de sus nuevas pantimedias que la cubrían cálidamente.

“Bueno… supongo. Digo. Desde luego.” Dijo Kelly sonrojada. No porque alguien las escuchase. Estaba lo suficiente mente alejadas de cualquiera. Se sonrojó porque lo dijo convencida. Le estaba empezando a gustar la sensación del algodón envolviendo a sus piernas mientras la brisa soplaba al caminar. Sacudió su cabeza para alejar los pensamientos, pero estos no se irían mientras llevara puesto el atuendo.

Cuando llegaron al auto. La madre abrió el maletero y Kelly puso todas las bolsas en su interior. Después de eso, Kelly se subió en la parte de atrás del vehículo. “Pequeña, siéntate como te enseñé. Debes acomodar tu falda antes de sentarte. Oh si no, aparecerán arrugas.” Dijo su madre. Para dar una demostración, se sentó sobre una barda cercana, doblando la falda de su vestido adecuadamente.

La pequeña, un poco avergonzada, la imitó. “Perfecto. Así se hace, Kelly.” La felicitó mientras acariciaba su mejilla. La mujer subió y ambas emprendieron el camino de regreso a casa.

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VERSIÓN EN INGLÉS: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/07/different-reasons-part-2.html

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 - Ahora, un párrafo descartado.

·         “Gracias por su compra.” Dijo con una sonrisa la cajera de la tienda de ropa de donde salía una madre con su hija después de realizar un par de compras. Kelly, la pequeña cargaba en ambas manos bolsas llenas con ropa nueva. Serían una buena adición para el armario de la verdadera Kelly.

 

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