Putain de sentiments

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Lying on the grass, a cigarette in her hand, she thought.
To him.
Like always.
"You think he thinks of me?"
"Of course not, who would think of you" it was Joe, his conscience, which had responded.
"Yes I know, I just try to believe, that's all."
"You will do well to stop, it hurts you for nothing."
"So what? Who has some thing to fuck?"

"Heya, you speak alone?"
Damn it was him, what is he doing here?
"Not alone, I talk with my conscience"
"Oh, and you speak of?"
"Yes I know, I'm crazy so what? You have to be accustomed to."
"But I did not say anything!"
"I know but you think, that's what everyone thinks."
"Should not you concern yourself from others."
"I have nothing to fuck them, it's your way of seeing me which I am concerned ..."

I hope I haven't make much fault because it's the first time I write in English :)

-A