50 twarzy Andrzeja

50 twarzy Andrzeja

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Klaudia uwielbia swoją sąsiadkę, chętnie chodzi z nią na spacery, pomaga jej w pracach domowych i chętnie spędza z nią wolny czas. Dziewczynę, jednak niepokoi tajemniczy mąż cioci Helenki, kim jest Andrzej? Co planuje? I jaki ma w tym cel? Czy pozwoli bratanicom swojej żony zjeść jagodzianki? Poznajmy 50 nieodkrytych twarzy Andrzeja B. (Ta "ksiąka" będzie opowiadać o naszym dziwnym wuju, będą tu przedstawione prawdziwe historie i podejrzenia, które zostały lekko "podrasowane". Postanowiłyśmy jednak wykorzystać sąsiadkę i zarazem naszą koleżankę jako główną bohaterkę. :D)
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