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Sensasi Bermain Mobile Legend

Author: Yasanto_Lase
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Tulisan ini dibuat oleh anak saya namanya SIACHI BETRAND LASE (8 Tahun) sekarang duduk dikelas 2 SD Swasta disalah satu sekolah di kota ku. Dia melihat saya menulis dan juga tertarik, katanya pengen nulis tentang serunya main Gim Daring "Mobile Legend", saya senang bisa menambah pengetahuan mereka tentang menulis. Buat pengelola aplikasi Webnovel apakah ada pembatasan usia dalam menulis di aplikasi yang bapak kelola? Apabila ada, berikan ruang kepada penulis muda agar mereka bisa juga berkreasi.

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