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- Bitch -

It makes you look like a bitch Pendry, don’t go out like that, all the guys are gonna check you out. Crocheton had warned her. She couldn’t say it wasn’t true. She didn’t want to listen to him. « Your brother is right. » It wasn’t coalescence. It was...

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- To you... -

If things had to stop right here, thanks to all of you who supported me within this experience, who encouraged me with their comments, with the links they put on their website, with their laudatory articles they dedicated to me. Thank you sincerely. And...

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- Edge sharpening -

People say I’m taciturn but only my sister’s naivety can compete with her beauty. People say they don’t see any connection, I answer that laughing is not forbidden. Laughter. This guy is too weird. Dark things, that’s only what he’s able to say. Why is...

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- Dream -

Saturday morning, always the same corny old tune, you know how it is. Nine o’clock, curler mom in the bathroom and the hair dryer purring. In the kitchen, sweatpants dad with his hot coffee cup’s pyjama pants. Flower dress mom opening the door and dad...

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- Guided tour -

Sometimes you don’t ask yourself the right question. “July First two thousand five… July first two thousand five…” If you could see me, for sure you would wonder what I am doing here stupidly repeating myself the date of today, sit like an idiot in my...

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- Shit… she's strong however… -

If my sister read my articles she would quite be able to tell my parents. She's so bitchy. She is my sister so I know it. I like her but she's a pain in the arse. It is true. If she knew for my blog, everyone would know it. She would tell me to stop my...

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- Tick-Tock -

Have you noticed? : there are two kinds of people. Those who have a watch at the wrist, who can't break. Tick-tock, handcuffed. And the others, those for whom time does not latch on the arm. For me it's strange, I have a problem with the hours and the...

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- The end of the adventure -

It's the end of the year, shyness comes apart. It's always like that. Always when you leave that you want to say all those things. Always when you see others leave that you'd like to hold them back. It's the end of junior high, the end of an adventure,...

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- Need to tell -

To my brother, Crocheton Anger. Buried rage, anger. Not the right. You had. Anger. You had not the right my brother. Because you. Weariness and weariness over again. Too hard, you say? You say too hard? Weariness. And me, weariness, you've thought of...

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- Drip-drip -

Why are you the only not to ask me, mom? Crocheton is in bed. My mother is sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes are in vagueness as when one would like to be elsewhere. Mom is not here. Why don’t you want to know, mom, why don’t you? Mom is beautiful....

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