Harry styles hemliga dagbok | h.s DRIV

Harry styles hemliga dagbok | h.s DRIV

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En bok om Harry styles liv. Det du inte får veta i alla intervjuer osv. Vad han gör om dagarna, Vad han äter, Hur han raggar på tjejer, Tårta. ____________________________________ Så att alla vet så skriver jag denna boken på driv. Jag tycker det är as kul att skriva skit konstiga böcker hahah. Vet nt varför men d är kul. Jag kommer också bara skriva 100 ord i varje kapitel. Det är jätte konstigt men vill testa om jag kan hålla det hahah.
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