la maison d'arret
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Last published Sat, Dec 9, 2017
C'est l'histoire d'un mec qui vivait paisiblement, se débrouillait pour survivre dans son nouveau métier même s'il n'était pas au top de sa forme dans ce boulot, il persévérait quand même . Mais le jour où tout a commencé à aller pour le mieux il se fait arrêté pour un crime qu'il n'avait pas commis et suite à cela il fut condamné à une peine à perpétuité.
Comment fera t-il pour s'en sortir ? ...ou du moins s'en sortira t-il ?
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