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rebeka in janvit,

Prisebna in odločna sva se odločila, da bova ravnala v skladu s predpisanimi smernicami o VIZIJI PRIHODNOST.
Ta mail nama bo v opomin,da se ne zasidrava v lenišču ampak konstantno napadava prihodnost … J , R

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