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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Comme Mariya n'en etait pas a son premier essais, elle se disais bien, en effet, qu'elle avait le droit et le devoir, de pouvoir ecrire, encore au moins cinquante, si ce n'est cent cinquante histoires, comme de toute facon, elle etait la seule a savoir les structurer. Mais, elle, elle ne se prenait pas, au serieux, parce que le vrai bonheur c'est dans les doigts des Cieux. Tu prend une feuille, et, tu recommence. Ainsi soit il.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Comme Mariya n'en etait pas a son premier essais, elle se disais bien, en effet, qu'elle avait le droit et le devoir, de pouvoir ecrire, encore au moins cinquante, si ce n'est cent cinquante histoires, comme de toute facon, elle etait la seule a savoir les structurer. Mais, elle, elle ne se prenait pas, au serieux, parce que le vrai bonheur c'est dans les doigts des Cieux. Tu prend une feuille, et, tu recommence. Ainsi soit il.