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Memories...

Memories...

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Sep 8, 2017
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Tout le monde connait sa mère ; on sait son passé, ses études, ses amours, son caractère bien sûr, on peut deviner ce qu'elle va dire, ce qu'elle pense, ce qui peut la mettre en colère ou la calmer. Kéria, elle, elle connait le prénom, l'apparence et quelques éléments du passé de sa mère. C'est tout. Jusqu'à ce qu'elle découvre un coffre, dans le parquet du grenier, dans lequel se trouve un carnet en dessous d'une somme d'argent énorme. Enfin, Kéria pourra comprendre le passé de sa mère mystérieux et mouvementé.
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