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eyes filled with tears. Around us, his henchmen knew very
well what to do. Their leader in tears: this was contrary to all
precepts of the worshipers of evil! They sat there dangling
arms.
- Come, let us go, she said. Motorcycles pétaradèrent. The
worshipers of evil disappeared as they had appeared. I
looked at the corpse of my friend. The mortal coil was
probably already emptied of its soul. Could we put a spirit
in that pile of meat?
It was now too late, the soul of Raoul was already be in the
territory orange, mixed with the billions dead. We never
meet again. When I was convinced he was dead,
irrevocably dead, I realized that Raoul had been my brother.
My only real big brother.
I wanted to howl at the moon like the coyotes of
desert. Aouuuuuu. But no one understood that it is my only
natural way to express my sorrow. When his best friend
dies, do not howl at the moon as a coyote, we must cry.
Everyone knows that.
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It was in 2068 that Maxime Villain, one of the masters of ia
Thanatonautes, states: “As long as man is deadly, it can be