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I was at my work place with friends when we found a hedgehog. Afterwards, we realised something was wrong and I started running after a friend. I convinced her to confess to the crime she committed and I spoke to her mother on the phone. After that, all of us headed to a restaurant for dinner. It was night time. On the way there, I was walking between a male friend and a female friend. I was walking very close to the male friend and at one point, our hands collided and I took his hand and played with his fingers for a while before letting go again. He grabbed my hand after that and we walked to the restaurant with everyone but no one realized we were holding hands. We separated before entering the restaurant. I went to a table and another male friend said he was going to send a picture to his female friends and he held my hand and took a picture of our hands. Then, I went to the toilet.

I am traveling in a bus, going to an airport. I realize I have no money, no passport, and no extra clothes. I have to go back home, but I can't go back home. I get to the airport, and I am where the restaurants are. I encounter a teacher from my childhood, who starts asking me what they hell I am doing there? I start yelling at him, telling him I have to go back home to get money, my passport, and my clothes. The dream ends as my airplane is about to take off.

Voilà Monsieur pourquoi votre fille est malade... (à ce niveau elle n'est même plus très vivante)...Au départ journal contestataire... Quasi anarchiste. Des intellectuels de gauche . Puis virage commercial pour survivre... des initiatives socio culturelles comme les célèbres petites annonces de Libé .. Des articles culturels, et de moins en moins scientifiques. Comme Alain Duhamel, de moins en moins percutant. De moins en moins de scoops. dernièrement laisse Le Monde se farcir la corvée du scoop des attaques chimiques en Syrie. la Syrie, la grande absente des colonnes de Libé. Incapable de lire l'Histoire en train de se détruire au proche Orient. Par désintérêt? Libé devenu un Cloud, un terminal des téléscripteurs et dépêches des reporters de terrain. Mais surtout pas à l'initiative journalistique. De la Pub mensonge "Libé vous étonne"... Un journal de confort, il ne faut pas déranger les Fran?ais. On ouvre les commentaires et les basses oeuvres défilent. Merci tout de même de ne pas limiter le nombre de mots des commentaires, Le Monde oblige à être concis et donc censure... Merci à M.Alain Duhamel, même si sa prose et son discours ne sont plus percutants et se fait même moucher trop facilement par les UMP, mais il a réussi à nous éviter les commentaires les plus vulgaires, parmi ces commentaires, ce qui finalement est le plus important. Notre temps est celui du vulgaire, du facile, du clinquant, du cri-insulte, du fric trop vite gagné, de l'indifférence à la douleur d'autrui, il parait même que quand la douleur est trop grande, le cri ne sort plus... Silence.

I was at my work place with friends when we found a hedgehog. Afterwards, we realised something was wrong and I started chasing after a friend. I convinced her to confess to the crime she committed and I spoke to her mother on the phone. After that, all of us headed to a restaurant for dinner. It was night time. On the way there, I was walking between a male friend and a female friend. I was walking very close to the male friend and at one point, our hands collided and I took his hand and played with his fingers for a while before letting go again. He grabbed my hand after that and we walked to the restaurant with everyone but no one realized we were holding hands. We separated before entering the restaurant. I went to a table and another male friend said he was going to send a picture to his female friends and he held my hand and took a picture of our hands. Then, I went to the toilet.

I am walking down the street and this guy comes up to me and starts talking to me. I talk with him and and we walk into a restaurant. My ex is in the restaurant and he goes up to her. He starts talking to her and out of undying I go up to him grab him by the shirt and tell him that if he talks looks or touches her that I will kill him. He then extends his arm and strokes her stomach. I grab him by the throat throw him onto the ground and proceed to pummel him. Then after about a minute he gets up and runs away. I start to chase after him but my ex tells me it isn't worth it.

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