Meurtrier à 14 ans.
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Je m'appelle Wally, Wally Brown. J'ai 14 ans. Je suis banal. Trop banal pour que qui que se soit me remarque. Banal. Oui, banal. A une exception près. Je suis un meurtrier. Un assassin. Un criminel. Utilisez le terme que vous voulez.
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