must always be well on Sunday night? Sylvie feels the lack of my mail from Neoen ... But is this overwhelming sadness? I covered the photos of dinner in late July, then what is it that has not gone as it should? For a long, long time I have never done the right questions.
And now I feel, of course, that there is something wrong. Something that belongs to me, which is part of me, or maybe ... Indeed, perhaps no. It's me.
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