Journal d'une anorexique
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Last published Tue, Sep 25, 2018
De base ça devait juste être un petit régime.
Mais c'est parti en sucettes.
Je précise que c'est un journal fictif, rien n'est réel.
C'est ma première "œuvre" (Purée de chaussettes ça fait hyper prétentieux œuvre) donc ça sera sûrement remplie de fautes et d'incohérences mais j'espère que ça sera quand même pas trop mal, bonne lecture !
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