Ich muss Sport machen. Leider

Ich muss Sport machen. Leider

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Der Sommer steht an und meine beste Freundin macht jeden Tag eine stunde lang Sport während ich schokoladen esse. Wir verbringen leider (ich freu mich eh auf sie!) die Sommerferien größtenteils miteinander weshalb wir oft gemeinsam schwimmen gehen werden. Darum leider. Ich bin nicht fett aber unsportlich. (Höhö... Wer hätts gedacht.) In diesem Buch findet ihr einfach ein paar Sport Tipps und meine persönliche Erfahrung die ich sammle. Um euch ein besseres Bild davon zu machen lest gerne einfach das Buch- und warte- jetzt kommts- ACHTUNGGGG- DoN't LikE iT doNT ReaD IT (:))
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