The lover of Antoine Bourdeu
“ You have grabbed it as if it were quite entertained.
There he realized that he had been all the trip with page twenty, without moving it, without turning it, without reading.
She had no idea what that novel was about, despite being one of his favorite authors, Agatha Christie on that occasion, had not been able to alleviate his pain, his unease, his uncertainty.
She looked at the woman in the red feather coat, a color that could be seen from leagues ten meters away. If someone were to kill that lady, she would make it easy for him to locate her.
“The novel? Well, good. “I couldn't answer anything else. The lady looked at her with brown eyes fixed on her.
Without understanding what he was c
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