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My Dearest Self
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement oct. 09, 2022
Hye peanuts! So, ok I know I'm sucks at doing the cover and stuff but trust me, I did my best >< So hopefully everyone can enjoy this story of mine which is based on real life event a.k.a my story hehe <3 but not 100 percent, 60/70 percent is real okay <3 so i hope yall understand that English isn't my first language, feel free to point out my grammatical error <3 okayy peanuts, ENJOY 💗💗💗
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