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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I frowned. "If insanity is a mental illness then madness lies within us all. Think about it. We develop illnesses from different pathogens such as the common cold. That's an illness. Some people are just better immune to sickness than others..." 'All suffering in the world is born from one individual's incompetence.' Do you believe the saying is true? Has it ever crossed your mind that all the war, hatred and pain was the result from the actions of your own species? These were the type of questions that not only Sebastian Turner thought but haunted his very soul. When his once-beloved country's peace is interrupted by those who want to interfere with the peace, you immediately take action and defend because YOU are the victim, right? And of course, aiding your country automatically makes you a hero, correct? Well....if only that was the case.
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