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Last published Fri, Dec 7, 2018
histoire inspiré de faits réels.
France, fin des années 90, un acte des plus terrible arriva.
Maxime, 12 ans se fait kidnapper.
il restera 8 ans avec son ravisseur.
que va t-il se passer durant ces longues années ? comment Maxime survivra à tout ça ?
présence de violence psychologique, physique.
présence de scènes à caractère sexuel.
je n'écrit pas cette histoire avec légèreté, j'ai conscience que c'est un sujet délicat qui se doit d'être prit avec sérieux. La thèse et la pensée de la personne qui à vécue ça est des plus intéressante et j'espère pouvoir vous la transmettre avec sagesse.
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