L'élu apocaliptique
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Last published Tue, Feb 19, 2013
Bonjour,
Je m'appelle Térence, des évènements spéciaux se sont passés autour de moi, du genre que quelqu'un est mort avec d'énormes trous dans le coeur et les poumons, ou que je suis rentré, je ne sais pas comment, mais je suis rentré dans sa tête.
Comme je vous l'ai dit, je ne suis pas normal, mais je suis loin de me douter de la vérité et de la mer°° dans laquelle je me suis fourré en naissant.
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