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« Je n'ai jamais voulu que quelqu'un meurt, est ce qu'un jour on me pardonnera ? » c'est ce que pense Valérie, effondré après un drame inexplicable survenu au lycée. Son petit ami Nick a ouvert le feu dans la cafétéria, visant un à un tous les élèves de la liste, cette fameuse liste qu'ils ont écrite pour s'amuser et où figurent ce qui était odieux, lâche et méprisant dans l'établissement. Maintenant ils sont blessés ou mort. Et Nick s'est suicidée. Mais Valérie, elle, est toujours là enfermée dans une bulle de questions jusqu'au jour où elle se lève et quitte sa chambre pour retourner au lycée...
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