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Niall regarde Zayn, sa mâchoire se contracte et son regard s'intensifie avant qu'il ne souffle, secouant la tête. 'C'est quoi ta marque ?', demande Niall, regardant Zayn. Zayn tire sur le col de son t-shirt, passant distraitement ses doigts sur le 'Vendredi ?' gravé. Niall rit doucement. 'Tu veux connaître la mienne ?', Zayn hoche la tête. 'Moi aussi.'
ou, un monde où les âmes soeurs existent, reconnaissables par une marque sur le corps. Zayn est persuadé que Niall est la sienne, mais Niall est convaincu qu'il n'en a pas.
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