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un jeux d'enfant

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je suis comme chacun/chacune, je ne mérite pas censure pour ce que j'écris. 
vous êtes plus que responsable de ce que vous lisez et moi de ce que j'écris.

      Il y'a encore peux de temps j'étais une fille ordinaire, allant a des soirée et bien évidemment au lycée pour finir ma dernière année, mais visiblement tout ça ne c'est pas passer comme prévue.

bonne lecture.All Rights Reserved

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Stephen's Unexpected Turn of Events by chrissiesims

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No! Don't prejudge the story by the cover. (Though this is the most appropriate and best one.) No! You need not like what I am saying. No! You need not agree with me. And ... No! You need not criticise my work. Of course, you can critically analyse my work. But, since I am not rude to any of you, since we don't hold personal grudges against each other, since I am just trying to express my views in a very friendly manner; you too need not be rude to me. If you do not like what I am trying to tell, you can definitely stop reading at that moment. If you want to share something or correct me, you can definitely do it, since I love learning. I humbly accept the truth that I know nothing. But whatever tiny piece of extra work my tiny brain does, I try to put it out in this huge world.