Taches d'encre
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Le sang est-t-il vraiment rouge ?
Depuis petit, j'ai toujours aimé écrire avec un stylo plume, je ne sais pas réellement pourquoi mais voir les taches d'encre couler sur mes feuilles de papier, la façon dont elles tombent m'avait toujours fait penser à de petites taches de sang noir.
C'est peut-être pour cela que j'ai tuer mon voisin en lui plantant un stylo plume à plusieur reprise dans le cou ?
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