UN NOËL
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Última publicación jue, dic 28, 2017
" Un noël ", est le titre de mon premier livre. Il raconte l'histoire d'une jeune étudiante,qui par la suite vie une grande aventure avec ses trois meilleur amis. Les pire comme les meilleur moments de sa vie. Pour la suite a vous de découvrir je vous laisse voir par vous même. J'espère de tout cœur qu'ils vous plaira et surtout n'hésité pas a laissé des commentaire si quelque chose ne va pas cela m'aidera à m'améliorée.
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