L'écho
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Last published Tue, Jul 4, 2023
Et si on vous annonçait après une rupture amoureuse que votre cœur était un peu brisé, au sens propre du terme ? Impossible, pensez-vous ? C'est pourtant l'histoire vraie que je vous raconte dans L'écho.
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