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[AUTOUR D'UN CAFÉ]
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Última publicación vie, ago 30, 2019
-Laisse-moi t'avouer mes sentiments autour d'un café...
Sois mienne, nous parcourrons mille et une contrées.
Dans la grande ville de Paris, laissez-vous emporter par l'histoire de la douce Sunlight, une fille qui découvrira que l'amour n'est jamais mieux savouré qu'autour d'une bonne tasse de café.
Une histoire douce et calme, le tout baigné dans un langage poétique, n'hésitez plus, plongez-vous dans la découverte.
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