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He did it!

He did?!?

He did.

He cut the padlock. He opened the door broken. We climbed the 332 steps to the top of the church closed to the public. Me, with a blindfold. Him guiding me to the roof of the church St. Eustatius. He undid my blindfold. And patiently waited until I shut the jaw to hand me a glass of champagne chilled rosé in a crystal glass.

Then he looked for something in his pocket. Long. Me, I drank my glass of champagne bottoms up. It has served me another, then another. Then he slowly drank his glass of champagne to him. The has been completed and was placed on the soil cool.

He looked me in the eyes. What he was beautiful in the moonlight! He then pulled out a small paper from who knows where, and with tears in his eyes, he read what was written with a voice. So Si. Ooh ...

- This is perhaps the hardest thing and the easiest to say my whole life. I can not wait. Not a minute, not one day, not a second longer, or I think I'll die. It's now or never. My life will change your life, our life will change forever. It took me weeks to write this little paper I hold in my hand. I suffered too much, and you too. Too much. But now it's over. Done. Forgotten. And if you say 'no', I jump! I brought you here just for that. I promise that I jump into the void, I jump from the roof, the top of this church and I'm going to smash the skull down just in front of you if you pronounce these three letters NO. Attention, eh. Because when you think about it, I can not bear you to come back. Never. So, do you accept ... Accepted Pfffffffffffff ... you, no longer NEVER cook? "

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Jack Bauer? It's me

Before, I was always late. My life was an episode of 24 hours clock without breaks pub.

I'm a DVNI, Divinity Valid unidentified. I thought when I was in high heels on rush about in the hallway of an infinite correlation Metro. I told myself that even if I was part late, the deity above all, below us, above me, a poor woman in heels height indecent, over time, would be a miracle just for my apple and that manages to hop in a snap divine, half an hour of time disappears far into space and I arrive on time. I implored ran as if my life depended on it.

I missed my connection and there, my heart raced. I felt a horrible cold sweat running down my spine and expecting the arrival of the subway after as if the future World Economic depended on it. As Jack Bauer I repeated like a maniac, a thousand times my excuse

- I was leaving when a burglary occurred in the building. The police were there and nobody was allowed out for 15 minutes. And not pick my phone.

- Horrible, a friend has just found her boyfriend with her maid of honor ... I could not hang up.

- I met my old high amoour. You know, Arthur. He started to tell me he often thought to myself that I missed him terribly, he had wasted his life in losing me, then impossible to spin you know ... Then

I took the wrong subway exit. The horror. My life in slow motion. The best moments that pass before my eyes with white spots inside because I ran too much. Then my ankle that twists into a horrible crash. I hurt, I box, but I continue anyway.

There, breathless, disheveled, red cheeks, I arrived at last, out of nerves, strength, pain, sickly body as if I had been beaten, and I collapsed at the foot of the person with that I had an appointment on my seat in the examination room before a casting director, face my parents furious already seated at table, and there, a last breath, I distillates the final words of courage, as the hero sentenced to a slow and painful death, but the faces, with pride and honor

- No I Never 'il watch, you hear me? EVER!

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Leon - Part XXIII

few weeks later, after numerous letters from his fans, Leon decided to open a blog. He did not participate in the final emissions, withdrew from the competition. His blog, which he held in partnership with what we might call his kind "fan in chief," was devoted to his career, and various testimonies of his fans, competing in various forms of creativity. Thus, one could find videos of TV performances of Leon, new original videos that were shot specifically for them, and in which He performed songs and dances to theme, often as a reward for his fans support organization. Thus, in addition to reports from various media appearances of Leon, there were works on his blog to his fans: poems, songs, drawings, scrapbooking, paper mache effigies, gifs - these little animated images or flashing glitter-Leon ... lived among them humble and benevolent king, he knew their names, most often accessed with their requests, and lent itself readily to their various activities. They met occasionally, and was always a little surprised, but flattered by their restlessness vis-à-vis him - he had a few squeaks aback when the women had honored a kiss, or they had conceded the end of a picnic.

He was returned to his mother, and he had made touching apology. It does not say much about it, but tried to put a speedy end to this touching moment with a small smile she turned quickly to discreetly wipe small tears before returning to do the dishes. He went
also apologize to Mab, who gave him a pat on the back, chuckling, saying he had done well to send this waltz chick, and he went out a few other remarks enigmatic - Leo was not sure if this was indeed the French-and returned to frighten young people who waited in a corridor near - already the new season?

Leon did not try to learn the fate of Vanina, who published a novel a few weeks later he fell on criticism in the newspaper, he read diagonally. The few words we feel that Vanina writer writes to be "struck him - he then asked if he had done wrong. It felt for her now nor love, nor hatred, but rather a feeling which hovered between pity and misunderstanding. A new small

then took hold in his daily life, and every morning he would announce it to his fans of his thoughts, which then became subjects of debate and conversation between them.

"Today, I asked myself, why it's called an apple shower? Why not an apple and a pear, for example? I do not think it really looks like an apple - but rather a big lens. You like that, you, the lenses? I do. "

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goal of becoming an influential blogger

-Gaby, write more, and you will see your inspection rate will explode!

- But I do not want anything exploding me! I'm a pacifist myself! I write in my corner corner, when I can. I'm trying to finish a novel, (yes, I speak often now, but that's normal, I'm obsessive). I work at set times for which I am paid to do stuff. And stuff, it takes time ... And like that, my blog returns the real picture of me: rare and therefore valuable. QED. If you find that there are not enough post, you made a best of and reread them every day. And that's all.

- Gaby, you're a lazy.

- First it's ugly word. And no, it's not that at all .. But frankly, what I can find to tell EVERY day? The news says it is already enough on twitter and I'm not a journalist.

- It touitteure what?

- Who cares. For example, right now I'm reading Murakami. I love but who wants to read stuff about Murakami is for break?



I do not deal with ignorant, but you see?

- Ben write about your life then: people like this. When you talking about the subway, go with the idiots, the idiots what.

- Right now, I sometimes nothing! Nothing. I have not even cons in my life: I go to birthday surprises and everyone is happy to see. My friends are in love they are not mistaken. They are nice at this time. What I can tell me?

- Sex! That sex sells.

- Ah ... if I describe how I'm dressed there, maybe ....

- Yeah, right!

- Well, I wear a flannel pajama bottoms in flannel black. With a white cotton tank top. Too big. And green socks. And a big wool sweater. And I have a black fleece around my body ... hot?

- ...

- Ben ... what?

- No. Nothing

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Edmond

(Waiting to seal the fate of Leo, let I present to you - very briefly! - Edmund.)

Edmond was not a being like others. Everything in his being sang his praise, and his steps were like guided by a heavenly will, he should receive, as the soft murmur of Destiny, whispering in the depths of his thought. We could recognize his features for its promising destiny - also, like the great minds of the past, Byron, Shelley, Chateaubriand, and other major hapless romantic, beautiful eyes and pure melancholy always seemed to rise to heaven in a charming petition, and statue of his nose, his thin mouth, her delicate ears were the perfect image of the purity of his senses. Quivering in the slightest breeze, sighing with sweet scents of autumn, releasing a small tear of the sweet contemplation of his piano, he was the world more than anyone else. And the world seemed to have been created only to be perceived by him as his acute sensitivity and was attentive to the little things that did; these sanctuaries were to be invisible to others who have walked blindly. But he spoke to them, called them and fed them as a divine nectar.
O sun, to which you weave your sacred lace ? The nymphs are no more, and our hearts are too impure ... This fiery crown caps with you my head is too big reward for the mortal I am. O butterfly messenger ephemeral creature of shadow and light, as the wind blows your wings of my dreams and in a sea of glitter on your door you do not wave my respects to your friend alabaster: Moon in your womb I'll feed my designs, and j'abreuverai my thirst ... May the kingdom of Hades sound of your sweet melody - O temple of the eternal, how exquisite and soft repose that would be!

He spoke little to those he skirted that body, and did not interfere much with the triviality of their lives. Did they speak of the time, the meal they had done, or what they had brought from hunting they spoke of their petty worries, their secular celebration, their coarse emotions, it does could hear a loud crash vain. He also avoided as possible, and went to seek other companions in the wild, dumb and loyal friends, eternal guardians of its kind and piercing secrets. He ate and drank only recently came out especially at night, where he liked to meet in heaven by heavenly smoke rings. He watched the whole life, and his chest complaint exhaling hollow of his love disappointed. This young stranger he had seen today, and whose beauty and grace had so impressed that he had the courage to go talk to him, as she was cruelly remained deaf to his feelings. So why the bloody wound that love installment in our hearts? I am just a toy winged god, what does he want from me? More blood, my life, my soul? I give him everything! I only make this ephemeral gift only show me this imperfect reflection in a Mirror illusions ... As my sweet dreams are quickly went away - their sweetness to me now fatal and icy bite of reality embraced the condemned that beats in my flesh.

Hermit I would - and free from vain desires, the treacherous charms, sycophants wonders, you will not deceive me more! I'll converse with Nature as a whole, including the adorable yet preserved virginity guarantee me this little Eden to me salvation. And, leaving his soul too full beading on his cheeks delicate tears, he immersed himself in his silk sheets, which softens the comforting caress his sentence.
And suddenly he farted.

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Leon - Part XXII

This visit, and that hypocrisy could not prevent him from revealing his real opinion about to dive Vanina participated in anguish as unusual for her to see his plans disrupted. And if the blind old hag spoke to newspapers? It would be discredited. It would have power over me, my career ... I'd thank you to her. I must act first if I want to keep control. So she hastily wrote an article where she tried to explain with as much skill as possible how she disapproved of the what Leon was involved, without coming back on his supposed affection for him. She took offense when handling these emissions were operating on these beings lost, the disgrace to make money solely on the principle of mediocrity, and the viewer's thirst for juicy details - and as low - to put in their mouths. She reread the article, with some minor stylistic changes, and published it on his blog.

few short hours later, the man who advised him to exploit the "seam Leon, and had sent waltz - by fatigue - on the vast anonymous mass of his "exes" there were a few weeks ago, called him.

- Vanina, what did you do? There are already three or four news sites on the Internet that talk about your "revelations" about Leo ... and they are twenty, then a hundred in a few minutes, believe me ... no ... but you
- Yes, I published a article on my blog, she cut sharply. I had no choice, its old skin of my mother trapped.

She explained what had happened. At the end of his story, he replied that she had had choice, and she had done the wrong, and many other things she barely listened as she was taken aback. This unpleasant sensation of unexpected, so unusual for her, her stomach knotted. She lost foot, and thought even more if she had to hide or not. She never went out of its torpor only to hear "... biggest mistake of your life ..." what does it stuttered in response that "Yes, okay, well, goodnight ..." before hanging

She lay on her bed while, but found that the tears to express the nausea that came over, tears streamed down his temples and were jumbled in her blonde hair and behind his ears. She stayed a few minutes in this lethargic, upset that suddenly came the ringing of his phone. "Yes? "

- Vanina is Leon. I want us to go to dinner early Persia, you know, the restaurant in the park with peacocks, where we went early. More

surprise that this call that she was not expecting at all, she accepted a faltering tone, noted the time of their appointment. Five hours later, she waited tables at Leo's Restaurant, perfectly dressed, as if nothing had happened. She wrote to Leon, when he arrived, a bright smile, he really did not return. His gloomy brand, as she examined more carefully than usual this new Leon which she did not know what to expect. Leo was of clothing actually much darker than usual: his jacket was black, his dark brown pants. This silly and smug smile he wore often seemed to have deserted his face, which could be read more than uncertain emotion and a certain depth it does it not know.

She engaged in conversation as she had done almost every one of their interviews, seizing some banal came to his mind. He replied, but with less enthusiasm and abundance than formerly, and never ever looked quite. She made several other attempts, equally unsuccessful. She then saw a peacock a few yards of them, who paraded cheerfully. She saw him as a backup so divine qu'inespéré, on which she threw herself, relieved - he had expressed such an interest for them, to such an extent they had succeeded in diverting momentarily the attention it otherwise essentially reserved his beautiful Vanina.

- Oh, look at Leon, peacocks! Do you remember? It was fun, I remember you told me I looked like them! ... It's true they are beautiful.

And, forgetting the bad feelings that had worried about them at their first appointment, she took the time to enjoy their singing, which seemed now to be a providential oasis. "Vanina, you know, I hear. . She paid no attention to this remark, and continued to dream softly, staring warbling in their colors. "Vanina, I hear them," he repeated louder. This time, she heard, and looked with a grimace that showed she tried to understand what interest he could well find him say such things. "Yes, yes, me too, everyone besides, it did nothing ..." she answered until she notices the seriousness of the face of Leo, who suddenly cut short his remarks somewhat annoyed, and put an end to the gentle lull of anxiety. He then repeated:

- Peacocks, I hear. I hear what they say. I hear what they say.

She was not moving, hanging on his lips, not knowing what to understand - and she began to fear that he could understand him. After a few seconds of silence heavy and stiff, he said:

- They tell me that you never had the courage nor the heart to tell me.

She became livid. He continued:

- It's true that you are like them: you parries, you play the beautiful, and you do hold out your feathers so that all men go crazy about you. But they tell me I am con. You, you say long time, but you hide, better to make fun of me. I gave you opportunities to tell me, but you just do nothing. And what hurts me even more is that when I exaggerated to the point where I said you could only find me ridiculous, and where you finally decide to tell me, you were more hypocritical than ever and made faces to see me as ridiculous. That's the other day that I can really understand who you were. You see, I did not think too much of the image we might have of me and I saw people who looked happy, and people seemed to appreciate me, so I told myself that if I were able to give them a little joy, much to do. So yes, you're smart, and it should be comfortable for you to be admired by an idiot, it takes less work comfortably while playing the game of the intellectual elite as you think you are. And I may be stupid, as you all seem to believe, but for me a very intelligent would be nice, because he understood better than others what is happening and what it does, then why would not he good? I thought I had a broken heart, but I quickly said you did was worth the effort. And you're nothing to criticize my mother.

Thereupon he rose, paid for their drinks and left. Vanina sat, too stunned and silent.

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Leon - Part XXI

" LEON DISAPPEARED!

Léon Soulier, whose real name, mascot of the new season of the show "Star Golden not to be" not been heard from since three days now, the production has raised the alarm about its disappearance. She had previously contacted Ms. Soulier, only surviving member of his family, who told them "not to be concerned by the question," and therefore not knowing the whereabouts of her son. Leon and it would indeed had a dispute a few weeks earlier, which would have led Leo left the family home to settle in an apartment which he has provided the address to anyone. They would not have spoken since.
The production team of the show was waiting for rehearsals of prime time Saturday night, but Leo does not show up, unlike his usual, which began to worry. The last person to have seen is the rising young writer Vanina Vesuvio, we were able to obtain the testimony during an interview Exclusive: "We spent the whole night last Saturday - he insisted that we go to a nightclub to show me his new choreography, you will certainly see the videos on the Internet. It seemed strange to me because, I mean, different from usual, but I did not discover what it was. I have heard nothing since and I think that if he gave signs of life, I'd be the first informed. I confess ... it fills me with concern. "

The mother of Leon closed the newspaper, dissatisfied. She did not know if she should be worried, or angry, and if it was going to do something or not. She began to make a bit of crockery and finally decided to call the production, whose number was made available to potential witnesses, who said she knew nothing. She then asked to speak to Vanina - she had this idea came from who knows where that famous people should never be filled far from the TV trays - which she only succeeded in having the address. It So she went home, and always in that uncomfortable state of mind, it sounded great at imposing gateway leading into the courtyard of the homestead. A servant answered him and finally did enter. Vanina was not home, he said, but she would soon return, she was also required to hold a conversation very agreeable with the mother of one, who could barely conceal his disdain: "So you're the mother of Leon ...? "She asked in a tone of indifference.
- Yes, even if recent events do not make a pride.
- I grant you and am very happy to hear you say this silly little game demeans our society, and accustomed to their poor people poor. You are living proof that a little trial sufficient to come to that conclusion.

Leon's mother, who did not know if she should feel offended - and it occurred to him that yes - kept silent outraged. Vanina arrived after a few minutes eternal heavily silent and surprised by the presence of this unexpected guest, had the same difficulty as his mother to hide her disdain. "I suppose you are the mother of Leo? I saw on television.
- Yes, I will not bore you long, I just know where my son.
- Well as you probably have read in the newspapers, I do not know.
- You must know where his apartment?
- No.
- How can you ignore it, if you're his girlfriend? she asked suddenly.
- But I never claimed to be, madam. Rather we should ask you that question every mother should ...
- I will not allow you to give me lessons miss. There is nothing in your acts or approval.
- It says "approvable." You would judge me, when you let your son - and you at once - to ridicule the whole of France. It is because of people like you that our society becomes rotten, so do not dare to dictate to me what I should do or not say or not. It seems obvious that I know better than you know what I'm saying. Leon's mother, indignant, unwilling to stoop to meet and continue to be subject to contempt, now we did not take even bother to conceal, re-crossed the maze of corridors and lobbies for the show manor with a heavy heart and throat.

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PROVOCATION

And besides, they walk on my street:

him, exactly the kind of man I tell myself: it could totally be the man of my life.

She, a perfect line, a elegant approach, a silhouette of a girl.

Unable to guess that she had three kids.

They walk down the street with their three Mouflets: a big girl and two toddlers.

him wearing one on her shoulders, her another, and last, the great walking behind docile and calm, not a well-behaved child.

And they laugh! They laugh, they laugh, they laugh! All. It looks great

suddenly walking down the street! It looks super funny even, I wonder why it makes me laugh, me?

He opens the door for a super nice great building, turns out all her beautiful teeth to smile at his beautiful wife bringing the pretty child because he loves his beautiful wife, and they rush all four in the courtyard holding the door pretty their pretty and slim girl, their youngest daughter, who follows them.

The door closes in a nice noise.

....

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