Elle refuse ce monde, celui de la solitude, de la peur constante. Elle était assez petite, pas trop mince, assez musclée. Blonde, les yeux verts, elle avait le visage fin, un petit nez et les joues roses. Elle avait un air enfantin, mais souriait peu. Elle ne parlait pas et écoutait de la musique tout le temps.

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