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There are ten of them. They are young. They meet one summer in a remote corner of France. They are infinitely patient in the face of endless days lulled by apocalyptic visions of adults judging you, in the shade of terraces, incapable of saving the world. The seconds pass as slowly as the beating of their new hearts in their chests. An organ they decide to put to the test. They go all the way, with a sentiment apparently as noble as courage. This leads to a drama that drives them apart. Anyway, the summer's over. Ten years later, their secret uncovered, they return. They're not the same. Their hearts have already beaten a number of times, and they have to lose what they've begun to build. Now they have to face up to the past and its fruits. Another form of courage?