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d. Against all odds I fi

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all I c

t again..."

't expect to find him here. I

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ave a problem with th

mm.

way he answered me made me see that I

" lecture hall, sits behind me, talks to me

nion of someone every minute we're around each other. A simple yes or a look can quickly inf

y buddies. The teacher comes in and the class is goi

in French). I walk with quick steps while keeping my head down. It is five o'clock in the afternoon. The sun is not very kind today, despite the time; especially since I don't have

y," I

lem, my

in front of me and looks down on me. H

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nswers me with

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I stay a moment with him. I made a mistake. It happens. I don't like people who sincerely ma

," I hea

s the stairs and disappears into the hallway. I decide to follow him. But what is he doing "at my place"? "At your place? You're just a tenant." I notice with bitterness that he is my ne

resence here is none of my business. I get rid of my bag an

ggle. After my shower, I lie down on my bed. I look at the time on my watch. Nineteen twent

too lazy," I say to m

room, I smell a very appetizing scent. It is light but present enough for me to follow its traces to the source. This delicious scent lead

ghetti. Yeah... But why is this ugl

ow that, but this is a case of force majeure. Extreme situation, extreme measure. Moreover, a certain confidence in this boy was born in me in spite of the irritation that he inspires me. I think for a moment and then a good idea come

knock. Knock

w seconds later, the door opens. He looks over my head and then low

you want?" h

impression that he

don't like people who talk like you are their enemy. I start watching him angrily. H

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it o

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you somethi

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the one w

feel a little unsettled. However, I can

es

he door frame and

join th

world. This time, his eyebrows furrow without

're a girl, if I'm not

oor in my face. "Th

t open the door, which doesn't discourage me. With the flat of my hand, I start to knock hard

e of God and all the sain

oice, it work

poor, innocent lit

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ne. Doesn't he know

ith my eyes, tears in my eyes. Yes! Well, it's a bit exaggerated but no choi

g at me like that. Ple

ppe

, he took the opportunity to slam the

N HELL. I SHOULD HAVE BITTEN

my bed. The bastard, he dared. No, but a little generosity doesn't kill. I will get my revenge

causes fatigue, but what to do? I have almost no food and convinced myself that I am lazy to cook just to convince mys

like that? Ah! the young people of t

he door. It is clear. I am going to yell

DIE IN PEACE I

mm?

from me again? Why is he staring at me l

" he said before turning his

, couldn't he? First of all, why is he inviting me? It's not right