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Ahoj moje meno je Katrin . chcem vám porozprávať príbeh o mojom kamarátstve a o mojom živote s mojimi kamarátmi a ne-kamarátov. V triede je nas 23 dúfam že sa nikto na mna nenahnevá ale píšem skutočnost a nehambím sa za nu ma naj kamošku menom zlá upírka tak dúfam že sa jej to bude páčiť.
v tomto príbehu neccem nikoho uražat ani za nič obvinovat . niektory ludia s príbehu budu premenovany . naša trieda sa delí na oblubených a menej oblubených a posledný su skor retardovaný ale sak zo srandy.
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