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Re: Re: Re: Alors ce BAC? Sacré Moi 2001-07-23
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Name: Schwicky
Date: 2001-07-21 14:27:42
Subject: Re: Re: Alors ce BAC?
Ahhhhg! Ca doit faire mal quand même....
C'est vrai que 9, ca fout tout en l'air.... C'était quoi le sujet? Ou du moins, tu as pris lequel?
Toutes mes condoléances, si je puis dire ainsi. De toute façon, tu sais au plus profond de toi-même que tu es meilleur que moi ;-) Parce que tu as l'avantage de bosser au contraire de moi, qui préfère compiler un noyau qu'aprendre le cours de maths...
Et en Deutsch, ça a donné quoi?
Je sais, je suis curieux, mais je pense que c'est authorisé, non?

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Univ. by Professor Scott Rice. It is held in memory of Edward George
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