Coeur de Pierre
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Je ne devais pas m'attacher. Rester distant froid et professionnel.J'étais doué pour sa, et ces compétence professionnel se refléter sur ma vie sentimentale, j'étais incapable de ressentir de l'amour pour une femme autre que charnel. J'enchaîner les coups d'une nuit, des visages téméraires qui jamais n'entacherai mon métier et mon raisonnement, toujours garder l'esprit clair. Pourtant j'ai laisse mon esprit se faire obscurcir par elle, elle etait la tempete, et mon soleil a la fois. Elle defier toute les regles et raisonnement que j'avais pu m'imposer. après plusieurs année en tant que cancérologue a l'hôpital Gustave Lelandres a Paris j'ai echoué, oui moi Nathan del Ango je suis tombé amoureux d'une patiente et de sa maladie.
J'étais son commencement, elle fut ma fin.
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