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Décadence, Douille et que Dalle

KathleenCharbonnier

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Que de recherches pour créer ce titre de livre... Je m'en rappelle encore... comme si c'était hier. C'est aussi un des rares textes que j'ai dédicacé à une patiente qui l'a adoré et m'a recommandée d'écrire la suite. 

Roman policier dont je vous laisse découvrir vous même l'histoire :)
Bonne lecture.All Rights Reserved

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