Un cadre sans photo

Un cadre sans photo

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Camille, n'a jamais connu son frère Hugo. Il est mort dans un accident de voiture, un an avant sa naissance. Outre cela elle mène une vie d'adolescente tout à fait normale. Elle à des amis, des parents, un petit copain... Bref rien d'anormal. Pourtant, quand une personne inconnue à ses yeux, qui pourtant parait connaître toute sa vie et surtout son passé, va commencer à lui faire passer des messages par des post-it, le cours de sa vie va prendre un chemin différent de celui auquel elle pesait. "Seulement 1 an"... 1 an c'est le temps qu'il lui faudra pour recoller les morceaux manquants...
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