Épistolaire malheureux
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« D'un point de vue externe, ma vie a toujours été une vie heureuse, une vie enviable. J'ai deux parents qui s'occupent bien de moi, un frère relativement supportable, un toit au-dessus de ma tête, à manger dans mon assiette, un lit pour dormir... je n'ai jamais manqué de rien. »
Je me présente. Je suis un adolescent comme les autres, avec une vie classique. Mais il arrive que la tournure que prennent les éléments de la vie ne soit pas celle qu'on ait voulu. C'est exactement ce qu'il va se passer. Est-ce que vous voulez savoir quoi exactement ? C'est facile. Lisez cet ouvrage.
Trois lettres. Trois jours. Résumant une vie entière. Peut-être deux. Peut-être trois lettres personnelles. Peut-être trois lettres... universelles.
TW : sujets sensibles abordés tels que la maladie, la mort et le deuil.
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