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Green: 1st cuatrimestre
Yellow: 2do cuatrimestre
Pink: My stuff

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Hey teacher, here's a drive folder with all my homework.

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How can we stop "feminicidios" in Mexico?

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How can we stop "feminicidios" in Mexico?

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We need to weed out the problem from the root:

Education.

Parents need to teach their kids good values, to respect women from an early age. School education is also important. Many who commit feminicidios didn't have access to schools - there's a reason they occur in socioeconomic levels D+ to E.

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You're asking me how I spend Valentine's? Really? Oh, well.

Since I'm too awkward to have a boyfriend (or girlfriend, mind you), I usually spend the day...alone...in my room...with chocolates.

Other times, when the earth poops my friends out of its behind, we do sleepovers or go out.

Yeah, that's it.

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Cecile Carre’s curves are so subtle you could slid by them and end up in a pool of happiness. She has a background in animation, so it would be easy to understand why.

But my favorite thing about her work are the character designs. They look like everyday people, but better. They’re colorful and you can feel their personality with a simple glance. These skills are only obtained after years and years of practice.

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This is Apterus, the artist of the dead. All his works are digital, and they´re completely amazing!

Once, it would have been controversial, but not in this day and age. The cool thing about this one is the colors and composition: it looks burned, like someone lighted a fire and slowly went through every pixel, until all was left was this masterpiece.

Also, the anatomy is great!

Do you think this has some symbols in it? I don´t, it´s just a dead woman looking for something in her bag.

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So you know what my life is consumed with.

Like it? Go harass me on Istagram: @ArtByAnge1

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Hi! The name´s Angie. I´m a writer and illustrator studying graphic design. When I´m not doing any of those things, you can find me roleplaying Victorian style.

Honestly, I don´t think more words are needed. You can find out the rest yourself.

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Mientras más se apegaba la Srta. Ivanova a ella, más se aceleraba su respiración. Fue el chillido de la joven lo que la sacó de su estupor.

¿Qué clase de gente es esta?

Se levantó de inmediato, indignada.

«Tendrá usted una onza de decencia dentro de toda esa grasa», estuvo a punto de escupir.

En su lugar, respiró profundo y arregló su falda.

—Apártese, o no dudaré en gritar.

El hombre bufó.

—Buena suerte con eso —arrastró las palabras. Como podia mantenerse en pie con el hedor a alcohol que emanaba de el, Dios solamente sabe.

Ottalie agarró con más fuerza el brazo de la joven Ivanova, impotente.

Cumpliría con sus palabras, pero la idea de llamar la atención de toda la sala de una manera tan negativa la detuvo. Además, el charlatán probablemente estaba en lo cierto. Esta gente no parecía de humor para ayudarlas...

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Hmm, patas.