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Stories by Selina Fauvelle-Lepage
The one I knew
It's what she used to be. I miss what we were. I miss her besides me, I miss her smile, her laugh, her hugs...
Broken.
And the girl who seemed unbreakable, broke.
Daddy's little girl
L'amour d'un père pour sa fille devrait être un amour inconditionnel. Mais mon père est incapable d'exercer u...