Il n'y a rien de meilleur que le mal.
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Tobiasse est un jeune collégien qui est perdu et plutôt mal. Il lit beaucoup et est du genre à rester seul pendant la récréation pour travailler sa littérature. Il se lance dans un projet dont il rêve depuis pas mal de temps mais... que va-t-il bien pouvoir arriver ? Quelle est la réelle catastrophe de cette histoire ? A vous d'y répondre.
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