Lettres à mélo
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Perdre sa meilleure amie, c'est dure. Supporter les regards des autres, les insultes et la violence l'est encore plus. En s'acharnant sur sa meilleure amie, les gens pensent venger la mort de Melodie, persuadés que c'est sa faute. Mais est ce vraiment ce que Mélo aurait voulu? Qui est le véritable monstre?
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