Décadence, Douille et que Dalle
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Last published Thu, Jan 14, 2016
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.
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