Le long du Paillon
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Concluida lun, mar 5, 20186m
Personne ne me croît. Je les ai vu. Je vous jure. Elles étaient là devant moi, voulant ma mort. Croyez moi. Je vous en supplie. Je vais tous vous raconter, vous allez me prendre pour un fou, comme eux. Mais je vous jure, c'est vrai.
Lisez, je vous raconte ma dernière promenade. Mes derniers moment à la lueur de la lune, à l'air frais. Pour mon bien s'il vous plaît. Prouvez leur que je suis ici pour rien. Permettez moi de ressentir de nouveau, le bonheur du soleil contre ma peau. Je vous en pris croyez-moi. Je ne suis pas fou...
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