Poussière de bonheur
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Maude, une jeune adolescente atteinte d'une maladie respiratoire, vit depuis toujours enfermée chez ses parents adoptifs, en attendant le stade final. Dormir, manger et lire encore et encore ses nombreux livres érotiques, Maude ne le supporte plus. Maude n'arrive plus à rester ainsi, attendant la mort.
Alors et pour son plus grand bonheur, Maude est envoyée chez sa grande sœur et infirmière Claire, pour y vivre quelque temps. Surprise, sa sœur n'est peut-être pas celle qu'elle prétendait. En réalité, Maude découvre que l'on ne connait pas réellement les gens autour de nous.
Face à tant d'incertitude, arrivera-t-elle à se rendre compte que le bonheur n'est pas si inatteignable que cela ?
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