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Última publicación dom, feb 18, 2018
Cette histoire est en fait l'écrit détaillé de ma future bande-dessiné. De jeunes adultes totalement fous vont tenter de faire face à leur passé et fuguer vers un nouveau moi, tous ensemble. C'est le point de vue et l'histoire de chaque personnage qui apparaîtront dans les chapitres. Du lâcher prise complet et surtout une douleur, haine et vengeance qui va leur coûter beaucoup.
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