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*Amandine carried her load to the Golgotha of the sixth. SOS Bon Samaritain was ringing busy and the Prizu bag took on cellulite with each step. Enough to shoot you this moron of popular common sense who would like the earth's attraction to diminish in proportion to the number of floors. Sometimes we would curse Newton. *. *Amandine's neighbor was a sort of woodland woman, just trimmed from the cave age. But discreet, she rarely showed the end of her nose. *The women's press was an antithesis of reality. The grayer the curves of the trade deficit, the more well-being the cover-hats radiated. The glossy smelled of love, happiness, hairspray and pearly pink blush. *The cat was sleeping, curled up, a smirk of bliss riveted on its face. At times his tail would seize sudden convulsions and seem to return to the wild. What could this stupid mammal be dreaming of? *Amandine turned on the TV. A strange device in Formica, the recovered Albanian genre that it was better to set in motion at 4 p.m. to hope to obtain the evening newspaper. *Amandine grabbed the cat by the skin of the neck. The animal - yet prowled in these hasty ways - would have its near end, no doubt a reminiscence of a previous life when it was a breeding rabbit or a political prisoner in Turkey."You're going to nab a mega-surplus of carbohydrates! There's no point in balancing your diet if you don't put some of yours in! Come on, we're going to oxygenate your mustaches." *Amandine decided to crush a little. Nothing like a snore to restore your health. She bundled up in nice sheets and let her subconscious pack up. *The pile of laundry was competing with the Anapurna. This scorned population - stuck in agony, subtle 'alluring mortified - united as one man to implore his dose of enzymes."We'll have to go to the Lavotronic again" she said to the cat, who didn't care. *Amandine took hold of the espagnette and her courage with both hands. She weighed the gutter that hugged the facade of the building, doing it, here and there, a few creaking infidelities. Her ballerinas, who had nevertheless walked all the slopes of the Palace at the Balajo, slipped on the wet sheet of the Parisian roof. *. *"Drugs are the scourge of modern times! It enriches foreign powers, it spreads AIDS if the syringe is used without a condom, it ruins social security!" *"Drugs are expensive! In a shoot, online or as a joint, laundry is the new US trip, trendy and e-co-nomic! For all budgets, for all audiences! Drugged friends, die white, not ruined Next time, say yes to the laundry!" *All those Japanese gadgets, it was like a computer at home: zozo catcher. Sensitive to pressure drops in data corrected for seasonal variations, the TV zapped by itself. Once, she had engaged in a Vietnamese pirate program superimposed on RTBF. The Communist repairman had moreover fully appreciated the objectivity of the cathode ray tube. *. *The antenna seemed to date back to a time when TV had not yet seen the light of day. Amandine seized the machine and directed it towards the Eiffel Tower, with the curious feeling of desecrating a Carolingian relic. *Amandine had forgotten her lining in the locker room. She stumbled and already saw herself reciting three pater noster during her fall. The people would have found the still warm body of a young redhead, lying on the pavement of the Butte, thinking that it was very unfortunate to die at that age. We would have spoken about this female dog of life while the cat would have howled at death to claim his fat. *Amandine wanted to return to the mainland of her studio and sent a toe in recognition. The gutter was holding on. Like what, the US material... *. *The handset stuck in the shoulder, Amandine looked at her notebook, sticking out her tongue. She reviewed mother, exes and old girlfriends before coming across the number of her jules of the moment, nestled among the poison centers, duly listed since the cat had swallowed the wild freshness deodorant bomb. Mario: 49 84 25. *-Hello Mario, love is calling! *-No? You mean you're fucking your mom tonight? *-And in ad