Angèle
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Bonjour, je m'appelle Angèle, on m'a dit que j'ai à peu près vingt ans, j'ai les cheveux noirs intense et les yeux vert sapins. Aujourd'hui c'est tout ce que je sais sur moi puisque j'ai fait un accident de voiture il y a un ans où j'ai perdu toute ma mémoire. Je vis dans la rue car je n'ai plus rien.
Je rêve d'une vie normale, de rencontres, d'études et je suis loin de me douter de ce qui vas m' arriver. Une rencontre en particulier... Charlie Walt...
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