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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Jul 14, 2019
« Toutes les familles heureuses se ressemblent. Chaque famille malheureuse, au contraire, l'est à sa façon. »

Depuis l'année de mes seize ans, le petit enfant que j'étais, devenu homme par la suite, n'a pas eu l'adolescence et la famille tant espéré de chaque enfants sur cette Terre. Nous sommes 4 dans cette famille, sans compté les cousins, les cousines, les tontons, les tatas, les nonna, les hamster, chien, chat et autres conneries du genre. Une famille constitué de Malcolm Bennett (moi à priori), mon frère John, ma mère Samantha et mon... père ? Devons-nous appeler un père ''père'' s'il n'en a jamais été un ? Vaste question dont je n'aurais probablement jamais la réponse. A vrai dire, mieux vaut ne pas la connaître. Je m'appelle Malcolm Bennett, et ceci est mon histoire.
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