Meaulnes party, I was no longer his adventure companion, the brother of the hunter tracks, I turned back into a boy from the village like other ... Black and white back. Row gray body. He, on the left, we deliver. The adolescent in his scar. The sticky, the neck wall, which looks behind the bellows, the other wall. Figure walled him.
time far, far far, but silent as always, from this moment, we are no longer in their view. We got out of the frame. We look for the slot. I had convinced myself that he had to meet a young girl. It was probably much more beautiful than that of any country, more beautiful than Jane, which was visible in the garden of the nuns by the keyhole . Photo
September, gouge faces. He, on the side, that covers it. The teenager incommunicado. The incurable, we wanted to invisible, which faces behind the frosted the devastation from the sky. Her eyes flushed out. Day
far, far far, but silent as always, from this moment, we are no longer their Matte. It is the icy dormitory, in the light at the bottom of pages, our air traveler tired, hungry but amazed. It builds up to a thousand artifices' s vanish in search of the area lost of the blonde girl who had put on her blue eyes Meaulnes softly, holding his lip a little bitten. It was the heart that beats the path.
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