my weekend

my weekend

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Im going to star with my story about my weekend. saturday morning i woke up at 7.45 i prepared my purse for the school. my husband gave me a ride to the school. After that i bought a chocolat with a cookies on the cafeteria and i prepared to the class. it was an interesting class about geography then i went to my home and i done my homework. i cleaned my house and i went to the cinema. The movie 🎥 was great!! On sunday i went to Sanjose , i visited my family . we ate and we saw films and we remember a lot of things about us.
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