Au bord du chemin
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Pierre.
He was the First. And I began to love him. But we broke up.
He finds our lives too different. We are different and so what ?
J’étais prête à passer outre ça, car je tenais suffisamment à toi.
Et maintenant je dois passer à autre chose.
I didn’t realize that it was so attractive.
Rurutu, near French Polynesia.
She is wonderful -
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Impossible de décrire ce sourire-là sans plonger dans le monde merveilleux des vieux standards de bal-musette. Dedans, il y avait du soleil, des fraises des bois, des gazouillis d’oiseaux et des reflets sur un lac de montagne.
— Katarina Mazetti - Le mec de la tombe d’à côté
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