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Mulți oameni din populația României nu au habar când să pună cratima sau cum să folosească anumite prepoziții cum ar fi tipicul ,,pe care". Așa că m-am decis să fac o astfel de carte, care, zic eu, vă va ajuta. VĂ PUTEȚI ÎNCREDE ÎN CEEA CE SCRIU.
DE ASEMENEA, dacă aveți întrebări în legătură cu gramatica mă puteți întreba. Voi publica întrebările voastre în carte, DAR nu voi spune de la cine le-am primit.
ATENȚIE: cartea se adresează mai ales micilor scriitori.
ATENȚIE, DIN NOU: renunțați la orgoliu și aruncați un ochi în cartea asta, o să vă prindă bine.
(titlul capitolelor vă va spune conținutul)
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