Combloux — They were all friends from college; I knew only our host. The week had gone by, games and alcohol, casual boredom. We were, mostly, a noisy lot. The usual rivalries, contests and judgmental remarks th...
We danced, we danced and I felt sad. I felt the sadness in the room.
Dans la machine à remonter le temps, à mesurer combien on a changé, à se rappeler comment on pensait alors.
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