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« -Ah women ... sighed Jean-Michel. Damien wiped his face with the back of his hand and fixed the tar. Women. Indeed, dear lord, they are confusing, too. Ah, the beautiful Julie!" he added eloquently. I felt the red rise to my cheeks, while Lisa, at the front, carried her hand to her mouth. "Beautiful Julie," said Damien, "considered that I was not a valid risk. "Really. -It is true that I am a thug. A scoundrel. A musician. I would have brought him nothing but poverty, shame and bruises on his shins... She was right to leave. Jean-Michel pretended to stick a dagger in his chest. "How cruel these words are, my lord! "Hourrah," agreed Damien. "Hourrah," Jean-Michel repeated. Oh, really. »
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Sarah Dessen
That song... |
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Sarah Dessen
That song...
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« The dead aren't the only ones disappearing. Those who also remain can pass out in the air without a trace if the mourning is too heavy. »
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Sarah Dessen
Once and for all |
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Sarah Dessen
Once and for all
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« Parents are complicated: we hate them or we love them, sometimes both at the same time... But when you have only one, it's a bit like he or she ends up taking an even more essential place - primordial. »
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Sarah Dessen
The rest of the story |
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Sarah Dessen
The rest of the story
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