Juste moi et mon histoire
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Last published Mon, Apr 3, 2023
Dans cette histoire pas de personnages imaginaire, juste moi et mon histoire. Vous allez rire, pleurez, vous attachez, parfois même vous questionnez.
Enchanté je m'appelle Camille, je suis qu'une jeune lycéenne qui écrit pour se vider la tête. Cette histoire est la mienne, vous serez comme lecteurs de mon journal intime digital.
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