
Zygomatiques
We are in 2012, life goes on. Children are born, people die and things happen in between. Nevertheless, this society has its strange particularity, it has never known laughter. In this world, nobody has ever laughed. Neither humor nor derision exist. Until a psychoanalyst meets a patient with a strange illness.
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