recueil d'histoire d'inconnus

recueil d'histoire d'inconnus

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Chaque personne a une histoire, et elles ont toute une particularité. Regardez autour de vous, observez les gens, et vous verrez. Mais ne leur demandez surtout pas. ça gâcherait la magie... Bref, observez les. Tenez, vous voyez l'ado boutonneux au cheveux noirs avec des lunettes ? Oui on dirait un personnage cliché. Pourtant l'histoire du jour est la vie que je lui ai inventée. Si vous voulez savoir, ce que je viens de vous raconter est totalement vrai et cette personne existe. Je ne connais ni son nom si son prénom et encore moins son âge, mais c'est ça qui rend ce jeu excitant haha.
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FAKE

PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.

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