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“oh elle m'a regardé, et soudainement nous n'étions plus que des inconnues, se croisant dans la rue pour la première fois, condamnées à ne plus jamais nous revoir. j'ai voulu pleurer, mais elle était déjà partie. j'avais envie de crier mais ma voix ne sortait plus. quelle drôle d'idée l'amour, quelle drôle d'idée, d'aimer.”

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