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Juste Lui

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Lui? Il est différent, complètement différent de moi d'ailleurs : Brun, Yeux bruns, look intello ( lunettes toujours bien habillé) et a 24 ans.Et surtout mon prof de photographie.

Moi ? Petite boulotte, yeux verts lunettes, cheveux rouges délavés, style un peut rock, toujours en noir. La drague ? Je ne connais pas enfin sauf dans les histoires que j'ai pu écrire. Je suis parmi les élèves discrètes. 

Comment un garçon comme lui peut s'intéresser a la fille du fond de la classe...All Rights Reserved

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