Kocham go, ale on kocha inną
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Última publicación vie, may 31, 2019
Cześć, mam na imię Kasia mam 13 lat. Mój kolor włosów to myszowaty i mam niebieski kolor oczy, noszę okulary. Mam przyjaciółkę Ule i Monikę. Ula ma oczy koloru piwnego, a włosy koloru ciemnego blond. Monika ma taki sam kolor oczu jak ja, a kolor włosów to blond. Mam też przyjaciela Dawida on ma niebieskie oczy i blond włosy. Dawid wyznał Kasi że kocha Marysike której on nie bardzo lubi ,a własnie w tym momęcie ona też chciała mu coś powiedzieć.
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