Gris-nuages
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Complete Sat, Mar 17, 201820m
"Elle vida la dernière bouteille de vin, il était quatre heures vingt-sept du matin, les étoiles étaient mortes. Maintenant elle avait vingt-quatre ans. Parce qu'on était aujourd'hui, et qu'hier ce n'était pas encore son anniversaire."
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