Uma aventura em Paris
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Last published Mon, Aug 28, 2017
É a primeira vez que escrevo um livro criado por mim.
O título é uma aventura em Paris.
Espero que gostem deste livro, e desejo que compartilhem.
E vou esforçar-me para que seja um livro divertido, e interessante.
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