J’aimerais pouvoir faire de la dentelle mais je donne dans le découpage grossier. Ma baguette magique à la main.
Les mots sont en berne et le rocher trop gros.
Mélange à l’aveugle. Fonds de bouteilles. On appelle ça un cercueil.
Il n’y a parfois rien à faire qu’à attendre. Alors temporisons.
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