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“They kiss. The kiss that will change everything. Elliot will never have been happier than with this girl, funny, down to earth and bohemian, who dreamed of remaking the world as she ate her pizza. And Ilena will never have felt more beautiful than through the gaze of this mysterious and appealing boy that fate had thrown in her path in such a strange way.”

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Seras-tu là?

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Guillaume Musso
Guillaume Musso

Guillaume Musso is a renowned French author born on June 6, 1974. His works are known for their romanticism and suspense, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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