C’est aujourd’hui que je vous aime, by Morel and Rabaté
I really like François Morel and my wife loves Pascal Rabaté so I thought this would have something for everyone. It's actually a huge dissapointment on all levels. The story is trite, it's not particularly inspired graphically. It's just kind of pointless. I read it a couple of weeks ago and beyond the fact that it's a story of teenage love, I can't for the life of me remember a single detail about it. Don't. Just don't.
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