Recueille de tristesse.
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"Tous moments tristes me venant, j'écrirais ici. Qu'en dites vous ? Mauvaise ou bonne idée ? Gardez cela secret et je vous aimerez toujours."
C'est ce que l'on a retrouvé dans le journal de Léa SNUGGLE après son assassina brutal.
Souhaitez vous suivre son journal jusqu'à sa mort ?
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