✨Paillettes & Panier✨

✨Paillettes & Panier✨

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....-(pleures) Moi je n'aime que toi je ne veux me marier avec personne d'autre ....-Mais non pleures pas ensemble on va y arriver je t'assure pleures pas grosse tête ... ....-Ca me saouleeeeee ....-Arrêtes je vais te baffer je t'ai dit combien de fois que les.. Les deux-Bonhommes pleurent pas(sourire) C'est une chronique 100% fictive présentée sous la forme d'une serie mais ne vous basez pas sur cela lisez la elle en vaut le coup M30_P😘
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My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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