Sometimes late at night, I stare at my computer because I don't feel like sleeping. I should be reading, studying or catching up on all my lost sleep. But I just lay here and stare.
And then, you show up. And you write all these things. These things that make me feel so good, so pretty and so irresistible.
And I go to sleep with this stupid smile on my face.
C'est l'histoire de ma nouvelle vie qui commence. Nouvelle ville, nouvelle job et tout le nouveau stock qui vient avec...
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