Joie.
- LECTURES 45
- Votes 13
- Chapitres 5
En cours d'écriture29m
Dernière publication dim., mai 5, 2019
Le monde a changé, après qu'une vague mondiale de suicides de masse ai frappé la Terre, les politiques encore en vie décident de mettre en place un nouveau système politique, un système basé sur la croyance forte et profonde que le bonheur est la solution à tout, et qu'il doit s'ériger au rang de valeur première du nouvel Etat Mondial.
Alors que les plus heureux sont les plus privilégiés, et que ceux qui ne rentrent pas dans le moule sont exilés, le quotidien des hommes politiques, des citoyens et de tout l'Etat est modifié.
Quand une femme, décide de ne pas rentrer dans le moule.
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