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Competition is on the run: EOI Facebook race

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OK, now you've read a great part of the book or maybe the whole of it, so it's time you start letting us know what you think about it.

The EOI Facebook race starts today 14 February 2011 and it ends on 20 February 2011.

Be the first to write your first impression about Alice or Astérix on our Facebook wall and make your comments about other mates' first impressions.

The winners are the students whose first impressions and comments can be read on our wall all along that week.

Deadline: 20 February. Postings on the wall after that date will not be taken into account.

Only the quickest will reach the second stage of our competition!

Good luck to all!
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