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It was true that you wanted someone who caught your hand on streets, leaving aside the time; you didn't want to remember the pain that he make you. Sure, it was him, the only smile which you needed at the end of the day, that word before sleep.

Sure that you could forget everything when you was a minimum of hope, and you know, you didn't care the way if in the end you could clean a lot of tears with coffee and lies that sounded to die of grief with sugar.

But there must be someone who you don't have to negotiate an horary and pardons, who didn't tremble her fingers if he has to write more love letters...