l'âme errante
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Last published Mon, Jan 25, 2016
d'aprés ce que je sais, je m'appelle Elodie, mais je n'ai aucun souvenir, ni de l'endroit où je me trouve, ni de ces personnes autour de moi. Mes souvenirs se résume à mon réveil ce matin ,j'ignore ce que j'ai fait la veille , ni même ce que je fait dans la rue. Et puis ce sentiments bizarre en moi, comme si je sentais quelque chose de terrible s'approcher....
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