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Last published Sun, Apr 8, 2018
Une fille vivant dans l'argent illimité, Axelle, et une fille qui vit dans la pauvreté, Tessa, se rencontre d'une manière plus ou moins étrange. Tessa ne veut rien savoir de la fille rejet, jusqu'à temps qu'elle lui sauve la vie. Elle lui en doit une, mais elle ne sait pas comment. Tessa essaie de comprendre un peu la vie d'Axelle, et Axelle se demande pourquoi Tessa a l'air triste, et pourquoi elle pleure dans les toilettes. Les deux n'ont pas des vies simples, puis l'arrivé de garçons dans leur collège privée, où les garçons n'étaient pas acceptés avant, vont chamboulés leur vie. La vie difficile avec Axelle et Tessa n'aura donc jamais de fin?
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