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Last published Fri, Sep 2, 2016
Coucou tout le monde, j'aimerais faire un vrai livre pour raconter mon histoire!
Il y'a 3 ans et 1mois de sa j'avais 14 ans et demi j'etait une ado comme tout le monde, j'étais en 4 ème.. Je travaillais pas trop en cours j'avais beaucoup de problèmes de familles. Bref je vous laisse découvrir. J'espère que sa vous plairas ☺️
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