29 janvier 2008
Lisa, ton string dépasse. Et ça dépasse, ça dépend. (Nan ?)
You know I dream of the day we'll get lunch together like every saturday. I'd tell you how men are bad with me and you'd just dry my tears and hug me, as you had always done. Because I'll remember all my bloody life how you were, how you are with me. Thank you Tim. To smile, and making smile my heart too. I miss you like the sunshine. And I miss hearing my english name. Eleanor.
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