CF-“Mi cuñada abofeteó a mi hija de 5 años en plena Nochebuena. Mi esposo me pidió ‘que no arruinara la cena’. Así que le devolví dos bofetadas a Renata, frente al pavo, el bacalao y toda su familia de la alta sociedad. Esa misma noche, envié camiones de mudanza y vacié la casa que juraban que era de ellos.”

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