Correspondance avec mon propre "moi"
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Last published Tue, May 30, 2017
Chère moi du futur, tu vas rire mais mon professeur de français m'a demandé de t'écrire pour un travail. Je trouve ça plutôt étrange d' écrire à soi même,mais j'ai accepté de le faire. Je me présente, je m'appelle Marylène et je vais bientôt avoir 15 ans ...
Chère moi du passé, tu peux te moquer de moi mais je suis entrain de te répondre. C'est encore plus étrange. Je suis Marylène et je viens d'avoir 30 ans.
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