l'insurmontable
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Comment s'intégrer quand on vous met à l'écart, comment vous construire quand on vous rabaisse, comment garder la tête haute quand on vous met à terre. Ce sont les questions que je me pose tous les jours, mais une me reviens très souvent en tête, chaque jour, chaque heure, chaque minute, chaque seconde, « pourquoi moi ? ».
l'histoire d'une jeune fille à la fac, harceler, ignorer par les autres, va changer complètement à la découverte d'une nouvelle passion. comment va-t-elle s'en sortir? quelle est cette fameuse passion?
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