tour B2 mOn amOUr
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Last published Tue, Feb 2, 2016
"un coup frappé à la porte. un surveillant entra.
- je vous amène la nouvelle élève, elle s'était égarée dans les couloirs...
la fille pénétra dans la classe.
c'était elle, bien sûr, pensa Tristan.
comme si tout était écrit à l'avance.
- je le croit pas ! tonitrua Saïd. Tristan à flashé sur cette meuf !
un silence total s'abbatit sur la classe. Tristan avait une drôle de boule nouée à l'intérieur du ventre. une boule faite d'un sentiment étrange qu'il n'avait pas envie d'analyser.
pas encore."
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