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IsabellaPanozzo

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LECTURES 7
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Durée <5 mins

IsabellaPanozzo

I decided to write a short 1 chapter story so don't be expecting me to write me. 

This story is about my very good friend Jessie. She was my very first friend. We met when we were 3 years old and have been friends for a very long time. At age thirteen we never really talk or see each other anymore. I made up Ethan (but he was a kid in our preschool) and our ages and the other thing (you will have to read to figure out what it is) but everything else is true. 

I miss you so much, Jessie!Tous Droits Réservés

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Hearts
lun., déc. 11, 2017

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