Les pensées nues
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Last published Sun, Nov 19, 2017
Quand le bus passe un certain arrêt, il ne reste que des esprits dévergondés. Un bâtiment abandonné avec une histoire incroyable, un jeune bipolaire, un livre trop abimé, un cendrier remplis, un carrelage sûrement jamais nettoyé.
Quand le bus à passé plus de huit arrêts, il faut s'attendre au pire. Mieux vaut suivre la tâche orange dans la nuit. C'est elle qui m'a tout appris.
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