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Tales From An 8th Grade French Class
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Ongoing, First published Nov 17, 2015
Mature
8th graders Emma and Ally have always been one in the same, book readers, writers and partial artists.  Best friends since day one (of kindergarten). They're attached at the hip,  and according to scientists,  will be forever. These are tales from notebook conversations that occur only once a day... during dreaded French class. Join the two surprisingly rude - good girls as they sit through hours (40 minutes) of French class.



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