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“- Får jag påminna dig om att du inte ens kände honom för några dagar sedan? - Det är mitt blod som rinner i hans ådror, så om jag säger att han är genom hederlig ber jag dig att inte tvivla på det”

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Marc Levy
Marc Levy

Marc Levy, born on October 16, 1961, is a renowned French novelist. His works are known for their humor, romance, and profound emotional expression, which have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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