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Last published Tue, Nov 21, 2017
Un jour j'ai pris une décision. Depuis ce jour beaucoup de choses on changé. J'ai une belle histoire à te raconter, sur un voyage, une bonne dose de courage, des gens qui ont changé ma vie, un chat bleu et des churros. Qui sait mon histoire te plaira peut-être.
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