désolé
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Complete Mon, Aug 13, 2018<5 mins
je sais que ca fait un moment que je n'écris plus. de base j'avais tous écrit en avance sur mon ordi mais il m'a lachée . la j'en ai un nouveau mais pas les histoire. je vais quand meme reprendre régulièrement mes histoire et mes textes
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