Look at me
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L'université, enfin, pouvoir déployer ses ailes!
Entre soirées, les cours, mes amis je ne pouvais pas rêver mieux.
Mais si tous cela n'était qu'une désillusion?
Quand on rencontre le diable en personne, on est sûr de pas en sortir indemne.
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Coucou, voici ma première histoire, j'éspère qu'elle vous plaira! Je suis tout ouï, pour des commentaire constructif, des changements ect.
Il y aura des scènes mature et violentes, je les signalerais à l'avance pour ceux et celle qui ne veulent pas les lire!
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