4 (french) Werber, Bernard

have been an initiator. - Do you regret it? No! But I know
that we are not made to Living together - You are mistaken.
While Felix runs left and right, there than you he really likes.
You’re so audessus other. You have a class that … She
laughed a little miserable.
- Hey, what do. would not you who would be telling me
dredge? My turn to close the lips of my secrets. She
pressed herself against me, confident, and we stayed
there,
in the cold garden graves, not far from the grave Nerval, to
contemplate the stars. His warm little heart beat against my
chest. A breath sweet singing in my ears.
I would gladly have spent my life well, my nose buried in
the golden fur of her hair.
From a brutal blow torch, a guard in search of vandals we
drew me from my enchantment, it’s torpor. She shook
herself:
- You are right, Michael. He must not let myself impressed
by some disputes or by transient one-night stands. I am
unfair to Felix and I will marry her when he wants. In the taxi
back, we did not want to talk neither one nor the other.
103 - mayhem