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“On ne choisit pas ses parents, mais les parents ne choisissent pas non plus leurs enfants. Cependant, on peut décider de l'ardeur qu'on mettra ou pas à tirer le meilleur de ce qu'on a reçu.”

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Book:November 9
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November 9

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Colleen Hoover
Colleen Hoover

Colleen Hoover is an American contemporary author known for her emotionally rich novels. Her works often explore themes of love, family, and self-discovery, and have gained a large following among readers. more

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