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Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt
Oscar and the pink lady

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Dear God ,
My name is Oscar, I'm ten years old, I screwed up the fire

to the cat, to the dog, to the house (I even believe that
I grilled the goldfish) and this is the first
letter I am sending you because so far because
of my studies, I had no time.
I warn you right away: I hate to write.

I really have to be. Because write
it's garland, pompom, risette, ribbon, et cetera.
Writing is nothing but a lie that embellishes.
Something for adults.
The proof? Here, take the beginning of my letter:

"My name is Oscar, I'm ten years old, I screwed up the fire
to the cat, to the dog, to the house (I even believe that
I grilled the goldfish) and this is the first

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letter
of myIstudies,
am sending
I hadyou because
no time ", I so far because
could have
as well put: "They call me Egg Skull,
I look like I am seven years old, I live in the hospital because
of my cancer and I never sent you the
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speak because I don't even believe that you

exist. "
Only if I write this, it doesn't give a damn, you're going
less interest me. Now I need you
you care.
It would even suit me if you had time to
do me two or three services.
I explain to you.
The hospital is a super-cool place, with
full of cheerful adults talking
loud, with lots of toys and pink ladies who
want to have fun with children, with
friends always available like Bacon,
Einstein or Pop Corn, in short, the hospital is the foot
if you are a sick person who gives pleasure.
Me, I no longer please. Since my transplant

bone marrow, I feel like I'm not doing anymore
pleasure. When Doctor Diisseldorf examines me,

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in the morning, the heart is no longer there, I disappoint it. He is
look without saying anything as if i had made a
mistake. However, I applied myself
the operation; I was wise, I left myself
fall asleep, it hurt without screaming, I took all
drugs. Some days I want him
yell at her, tell her that maybe it's him,
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Doctor Diisseldorf, with his black eyebrows, who

missed the operation. But he looks so much
unhappy that the insults remain in my
throat. The more Doctor Düsseldorf is silent with his
sorry eye, the more guilty i feel. I understood
that I became a bad patient, a
sick that prevents us from believing that medicine,
it's great.
The thought of a doctor is contagious.

Now the whole floor, the nurses, the
interns and housekeepers, look at me
the same. They look sad when I'm good
mood; they force themselves to laugh when I go out
joke. True, we laugh more like before.
Only Mamie-Rose has not changed. AT

I think she’s too old anyway
switch. And then she is too Granny-Rose, too.

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Grandma-Rose, I'm not presenting it to you, God, it's
a good friend of yours, since it was she who gave me
said to write to you. The problem is that there is only
me who calls her Granny-Rose. So you have to
make an effort to see who I am talking about: among
the ladies in pink blouses who come from
outdoors spending time with children
sick, it's the oldest of all.
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- What's your age, Mamie-Rose?

- You can remember the numbers to thirteen
numbers, my little Oscar?
- Oh ! You spoof !
- No. Above all, we must not know my
age here otherwise I get kicked out and we don't
we will see more.
- Why ?
- I'm here smuggled. There is an age
limit to be a pink lady. And I have it
largely exceeded.
- Are you out of date?
- Yes.
- Like a yogurt?
- Hush!
- OKAY ! I will say nothing.

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She was really brave to admit to me
his secret. But she fell on the good
number. I will be mute even if I find
amazing, considering all the wrinkles it has, like
rays of sun around the eyes, that
no one suspected it. Another time i
learned one of his other secrets, and with that, it's
sure, God, you can identify it.
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We were walking in the park of the hospital and she

market on a dung.
- Shit!
- Grandma-Rose, you say ugly words.
- Oh, you, kid, let go of my bunch one
instant, i can talk as i want.
- Oh Granny-Rose!
- And move your ass. We walk there, we don't
not a snail race.
When we sat down to suck a candy on

a bench, I asked him:
- How is it that you speak so badly?

- Professional distortion, my dear

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Oscar. In my job, I was fucked up if
my vocabulary was too delicate.
- And what was your job?
- You will not believe me...
- I swear I will believe you.
- Wrestler.
- I do not believe you !
- Wrestler! I was nicknamed
the Strangler of Languedoc.
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Since then, when I got a gloom and she

sure no one can hear us,
Mamie-Rose tells me about her big tournaments:
the Strangler of Languedoc against
Limousin charcutière, its struggle for twenty
years old against Diabolica Sinclair, a Dutchwoman
who had shells instead of breasts, and especially
his world cup against Ulla-Ulla, known as the
Buchenwald dog, who had never been
battered, even by Cuisses d'Acier, the great
model of Granny-Rose when she was
wrestler. Me, it makes me dream of his fights,
because i imagine my girlfriend like
now in the ring, a little old woman
pink shaky blouse in the process of cum

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like it'smash
me. Iinbecome
a swimsuit. I have
the most
strong. I take revenge.
Okay, if with all these clues, Mamie-Rose or

the Strangler of Languedoc, you don't spot
who is Mamie-Rose, God, then we must stop
to be God and retire. I think that
have i been clear? I return to my business.
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In short, my transplant disappointed a lot here. My chemo

also disappointed but it was less serious because
that we had hope for a transplant. Now I have
the impression that doctors no longer know what
propose, even that it is pitiful. The doctor
Diisseldorf, which mom finds so beautiful though
I find him a little strong of the eyebrows, he has the
sorry mine of a Santa Claus who would have no more
gifts in his hood.
The atmosphere is deteriorating. I told my

buddy Bacon. In fact his name is not Bacon, but
Yves, but we called him Bacon because that
suits him much better, since he's a great
burned.

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Bacon, I feel like the doctors don't
love me more, I depress them.
- You speak, Egg Skull! Doctors are

indestructible. They always have lots of ideas
of operations to do to you. I calculated
that they promised me at least six.
- Maybe you inspire them.
- Must believe.
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- But why don't they tell me everything

just that I'm going to die?
There, Bacon, he did like everyone else
the hospital: he became deaf. If you say "die"
in a hospital, nobody hears. You can be
sure there will be an air hole and that we will
talk about something else. I did the test with everyone
world. Except with Mamie-Rose.
So this morning, I wanted to see if she, too, she

became hard on the sheet at that time.
- Grandma-Rose, I have the impression that nobody

don't tell me I'm going to die.

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She's looking at me. Will she react like
others ? Please, the Strangler of the
Languedoc, resist and keep your ears!
- Why do you want to be told if you do

know, Oscar! Phew, she heard.
- I have the impression, Mamie-Rose, that we

invented another hospital than the one that exists
really. We pretend we don't come to
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the hospital only to heal. While we are there

also comes to die.
- You're right, Oscar. And I think we're doing the

same mistake for life. We forget that
life is fragile, brittle, ephemeral. We
let's all pretend to be immortal.
- She's a failure, my operation, Mamie-Rose?

Mamie-Rose did not respond. It was his way
it's up to her to say yes. When she was sure that
I understood, she approached me
asked in a pleading tone:

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- I didn't tell you, of course. You swear to me?
- Juror.
We were silent for a while, just to be good

stir up all these new thoughts.
- If you wrote to God, Oscar?

- Ah no, not you, Mamie-Rose!
- What, not me?
- Not you ! I thought you weren't
liar.
- But I'm not lying to you.
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- So why are you talking to me about God? We

already hit me with Santa Claus. Once
enough!
- Oscar, there is no connection between God and the
Santa Claus.
- Yes. Same. Skull stuffing and company!
- Do you imagine that I, a
former wrestler, one hundred and sixty tournaments
earned on one hundred and sixty-five, of which
forty-three by K.-0., the Strangler of
Languedoc, I can believe for a second in
Santa Claus ?

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- No.
- Well I don't believe in Santa Claus but I
believe in God. Here.
Obviously, said like that, it changed

all.
- And why should I write to God?

- You would feel less alone.
- Less alone with someone who doesn't exist?
- Make it exist.
She leaned toward me.
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- Whenever you believe in him, he will exist

a bit more. If you persist, there will be
completely. So it will do you good.
- What can I write to her?
- Give him your thoughts. Thoughts you don't
don't say, these are thoughts that weigh,
become encrusted, which weigh you down, which
immobilize you, who take the place of
new ideas that rot you. You go
become a discharge to old thoughts which
stink if you don't speak.

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- OKAY
- And then, to God, you can ask him for a
thing a day. Warning ! Only one.
- It sucks, your God, Mamie-Rose. Aladdin,
he was entitled to three wishes with the genius of the
lamp.
- One wish a day is better than three in
a life, right?
- OK So can I order everything from him?
Toys, candy, a car ...
- No, Oscar. God is not Santa Claus. You
can only ask for things from
the mind.
- Example?
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- Example: courage, patience,

clarification.
- Ok I see.
- And you can also, Oscar, suggest some
favors for others.
- One wish a day, Mamie-Rose, don't
messing around, I'll keep it first for
me!
Here. So God, on the occasion of this first

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letter, I showed
I was here, at theyou a little where
hospital, bit about the kind
people of life that
are looking at me
now as an obstacle to medicine, and
I would like to ask you for a clarification:
what will I cure? You answer yes or no.
It's not very complicated. Yes or no. You bar
the unnecessary mention.
See you tomorrow, kisses,

Oscar.
PS I don't have your address: how do I do it?
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Dear God ,
Well done! You are really strong. Before I even have

posted the letter, you give me the answer.
How are you doing ?
This morning I was playing chess with Einstein in

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the recreation room when Pop Corn came
Notify me :
Your parents are here.
My parents ? It's not possible. They don't come

than Sunday.
I saw the car, a red Jeep with the tarp

white.
It's not possible.
I shrugged and kept playing

with Einstein. But as I was concerned,
Einstein stole all my pieces from me, and it got me
even more pissed off. If we call him Einstein, it's
not because he is smarter than the others
but because he has the head which makes double of
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volume. It is said to be water inside.

It's a shame, it would have been brains, it
could have done great things, Einstein.
When I saw that I was going to lose, I left

drop the game and I followed Pop Corn whose
bedroom overlooks the parking lot. He was right :
my parents had arrived.

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You have to tell yourself, God, that we live far away, my
parents and me. I didn't realize it
when I lived there but now that I didn't
live more, I think it's really far. Of
suddenly my parents can't come see me
only once a week on Sunday, because
on Sunday they don't work, neither do I
more.
- You see I was right, said Pop Corn.

How much you give me for having you
warned?
- I have hazelnut chocolates.
- Do you have more Tagada strawberries?
- No.
- OK for chocolates.
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Obviously, we have no right to give to

eat at Pop Corn since he is there to lose weight.
Ninety-eight kilograms at nine, for a
ten meters high by ten meters wide! The
only garment in which it fits entirely,
it's an american polo sweatshirt. And even,
the stripes are seasick. Frankly,

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like none of my friends or me we believe
that he can never stop being fat and that he
makes us feel so sorry he's hungry, we give him
always our leftovers. It's tiny, chocolate,
compared to such a fat mass! If we have
wrong, while the nurses also stop,
to stuff him with suppositories.
I went back to my room to wait

my parents. At first, I did not see the
minutes because I was breathless and then I
have realized that they had had fifteen times the
time to get to me.
Suddenly, I guessed where they were. I am

slipped into the hallway; when no one
saw, I went down the stairs, then I walked
in the dark until the doctor's office
Dusseldorf.
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Won! They were there. The voices came to me from

behind the door. As I was exhausted by the
descent, I took a few seconds to
put my heart back in place and that's where everything
went haywire. I heard what I shouldn't have
hear. My mother was sobbing, the doctor

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Dùsseldorf repeated: "We have tried everything,
believe that we have tried everything "and my
father replied in a strangled voice: "I am
sure, doctor, I'm sure. "
I stayed with my ear glued to the iron door. I

no longer knew who was the coldest, metal or
me.
Then Doctor Dùsseldorf said:

Do you want to kiss her?
I will never have the courage, said my mother.
- He must not see us in this state, a
added my father.
And that's when I understood that my parents

were two cowards. Worse: two cowards who me
took for a coward!
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As there were noises from chairs in the

office I guessed they were going out and I
opened the first door that came up.
That's how I ended up in the

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broom closet where I spent the rest of the
morning because, maybe you don't know, God,
but the broom cupboards open from
the outside, not the inside, as if we had
afraid that, at night, brooms, buckets and
they mop up!
Anyway, it didn't bother me to be

locked in the dark because I no longer had
want to see no one and because my legs
and my arms didn't respond so much afterwards
the shock it had caused me, to hear what
I had heard.
Around noon, I felt that it was moving around a lot

the floor above. I listened to the steps, the
cavalcades. Then we started shouting my name
all over :
- Oscar! Oscar!
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It felt good to hear myself call and

not to answer. I wanted to annoy the
Whole Earth.

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Then I think I slept a little, then I
perceived Madame N'da's trailing galoshes,
the service woman. She opened the door and there,
we got really scared, we screamed very loud,
her because she didn't expect to find me there,
me because i didn't remember she
was also black. Or that she was screaming so loud.
After that, it was quite a fray. They are all

Venus, Doctor Dûsseldorf, the head nurse,
the nurses on duty, the other women of
household. When I thought they were going
yell at me, they all felt snotty and I
since it was necessary to quickly take advantage of the situation.
I want to see Granny-Rose.
But where have you been, Oscar? How do you

do you feel
I want to see Granny-Rose.
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- How did you end up in this closet?

Did you follow someone? You heard
Something ?

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- I want to see Granny-Rose
- Take a glass of water.
- No. I want to see Granny-Rose.
- Take a bite of ...
- No. I want to see Granny-Rose.
Granite. A cliff. A concrete slab. Nothing

to do. I didn't even listen to what was said to me anymore
said. I wanted to see Granny-Rose.
Doctor Dûsseldorf looked very upset

compared to colleagues to have no
authority over me. He ended up cracking.
- Let’s go get that lady!

There I agreed to rest and I slept a little
in my room.
When I woke up, Mamie-Rose was there.

She was smiling.
- Well done, Oscar, you got it right. You them
have a damn slap. But the result,
is that they envy me now.
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- We do not care.
- They're good people, Oscar. Very

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good people.
- I do not care.
- What's wrong ?
- Doctor Dùsseldorf told my parents
that I was going to die and they fled. I
hate them. I told her everything in the
detail, like yours, God.
- Mmm, said Mamie-Rose, that reminds me
my tournament in Béthune against Sarah Youp
La Boum, the wrestler with a well-oiled body,
the ring eel, an acrobat who
beating almost naked and spinning you between
hands when you were trying to make him a
outlet. She only fought at Bethune where
she won every year the cup of
Bethune. Now I wanted it, the cup of
Bethune!
- What did you do, Mamie-Rose?
- Friends of mine threw flour at him
when she entered the ring. Oil more
flour, that made a pretty breadcrumbs. In
three crosses and two movements I have it
sent to the carpet, the Sarah Youp La Boum.
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After me, we no longer called it the eel

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rings but breaded cod.
You will excuse me, Mamie-Rose, but I don't see

really the report.
I see it very well. There is always a solution,

Oscar, there's always a bag of flour somewhere.
You should write to God. He is stronger than me.
- Even for wrestling?

- Yes. Even for wrestling, God touches his
ball. Try, my little Oscar. What
hurts you the most?
- I hate my parents.
- So hate them very hard.
- Are you telling me that, Mamie-Rose?
- Yes. Hate them very hard. It will make you a bone to
gnaw. When you're done, your bone, you
will see that it was not worth it. tell
all this to God and in your letter ask
him to pay you a visit.
- He is moving ?
- In his way. Not often. Rarely even.
- Why ? Is he sick too?
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There, I understood at Mamie-Rose's sigh that she
wouldn't admit to me that you too, God, are you
in poor condition.
- Your parents never told you about God,

Oscar?
- Drop. My parents, they are idiots.
- Of course. But did they never
talked about God?
- Yes. Just once. To say that there
not believe. They just believe in the Father
Christmas.
- Are they so stupid, my little Oscar?
- Can't imagine! The day I
came back from school telling them he
had to stop messing around, that I knew,
like all my friends, that Santa Claus
did not exist, they seemed to fall
of a cloud. As I was rather angry
to have been passed for a moron in the court of
recess they swore to me that they hadn't
never wanted to deceive me and they had
believed them, sincerely, that Santa Claus
existed, and they were very disappointed, but
then there, very disappointed to learn that this
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was not true! Two real freaks, I
say, Granny-Rose!
- So they don't believe in God?
- No.
- And it didn't intrigue you?
- If I'm interested in what the idiots think,
I will run out of time for what
think smart people.
- You are right. But the fact that your parents
who, according to you, are idiots ...
- Yes. Real idiots, Mamie-Rose!
- So if your parents are wrong
do not believe, for what you, precisely, do not
believe it and ask him a visit?
- Okay. But you didn't tell me it's
bedridden?
- No. He has a very special way of rendering
visit. He visits you in thought. In your
mind.
I liked that. I found it very strong. Mamie-

Rose added:
- You'll see: his visits make a lot of
good.
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- OK, I'll talk to him about it. Finally, for now,

the visits that do me the most good, this
are yours.
Granny-Rose smiled and, almost shyly,

leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.
She didn't dare go all the way. She was begging
eye permission.
- Go for it. Kiss Me. I will not tell

other. I don't want to break your reputation
former wrestler.
His lips landed on my cheek and it got me

made me happy, it made me warm, with
tingling, it smelled of powder and soap.
- When will you come back ?

- I am only allowed to come twice a
week.
- It's not possible, that, Mamie-Rose! I go
not wait three days!
- It's the rules.
- Who makes the payment?
- Doctor Dùsseldorf.
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- Doctor Dûsseldorf, at the moment, he's

in his pants when he sees me. Go to him
ask permission, Granny-Rose. I
not kidding.
She looked at me hesitantly.
- I am not kidding. If you don't come to me

see every day, I don't write to God.
- I'm going to try.
Granny-Rose went out and I started
cry.
I hadn't realized before how much

I needed help. I had not surrendered
account before how much I was really sick.
At the idea of no longer seeing Mamie-Rose, I
understood all that and lo and behold
tears that burned my cheeks.
Fortunately, I had a little time to

put back before she comes home.
- It's arranged: I have permission. during

twelve days i can come see you every
days.
- Me and just me?
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- You and only you, Oscar. Twelve days.
There, I don't know what took me, the tears are

came back and shook me. Yet I know that
boys shouldn't cry, especially me, with
my egg skull, which looks like neither
boy or girl but rather a Martian.
Nothing to do. I couldn't stop.
- Twelve days? It’s so bad, Granny-

Pink ?
It also tickled her to cry. She

hesitated. The former wrestler prevented
the old girl to let go. It was pretty to
see and it distracted me a little.
- What day is it, Oscar?

- That idea ! You don't see my
calendar ? It is December 19.
- In my country, Oscar, there is a legend
who claims that during the last twelve
New Years, we can guess the weather
will do in the twelve months of the coming year.
Just look at each day to
have, in miniature, the table of the month. The
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December 19 represents the month of January,

December 20, February, etc.,
until December 31 which foreshadows the month
next December.
- It is true ?
- It's a legend. The legend of the twelve
divinatory days. I would like us to play it,
you and me. Finally especially you. From
of today you will observe every day in
telling you that this day counts for ten years.
- Ten years ?
- Yes. One day: ten years.
- So in twelve days, I'll have a hundred and thirty
years !
- Yes. You realize ?
Granny-Rose kissed me - she got a taste for it, I

sense - then she left.
So there it is, God: this morning I was born, and I don't
I didn't realize it; it has become
lighter around noon, when I was five,
I gained consciousness but it was not for
learn good news; tonight i have ten
years and this is the age of reason. I take this opportunity for you
ask one thing: when you have something

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to announce myself as at noon, for my five years,

make it less brutal. Thank you.

Oscar.
PS I have something to ask you. I know that I

have only one wish but my very best wish
the hour, it was hardly a wish, rather an advice.
I would agree to a little visit. A

visit in spirit. I find it very strong. I would
although you make me one. I am openable from
8 a.m. to 9 p.m. The
rest of the time, i sleep. Even sometimes in the
day, I bite little snoozes because
treatments. But if you find me like this,
don't hesitate to wake me up. It would be stupid to
miss a minute, right?

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Dear God ,
Today, I lived my adolescence and it didn't

not slipped alone. What a story! I had lots
trouble with my friends, with my parents and
all because of the girls. Tonight i'm not
unhappy to be twenty years old because I tell myself
that, whew, the worst is behind me. Puberty,
thank you ! Once but not twice!
First, God, let me tell you that you did not come.
I have slept very little today because of the problems
puberty that I had, so I shouldn't have
miss. And then, I repeat to you, if I snooze,
shakes me.
When I woke up, Mamie-Rose was already there. During the

breakfast she told me about her fights
against Téton Royal, a Belgian wrestler, who
gobbled up three kilos of raw meat a day
that she was watering with a barrel of beer; he
seems to be the strongest, Nipple
Royal was breath, because of fermentation

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meat-beer, andthe
opponents on that justTo
mat. that, it sent
defeat her,itsGranny-
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Rose had to improvise a new tactic:

put on a hood, impregnate it with lavender and
call the Bourrelle de Carpentras. The
catch, she always says, it also requires
muscles in the brain. - Who do you like,
Oscar?
- Right here ? To the hospital ?

- Yes.
- Bacon, Einstein, Pop Corn.
- And among the girls?
- It blocked me, that question. I did not have
want to answer. But Granny-Rose
was waiting and, in front of a class wrestler
international, we can't make the horn
too long.
- Peggy Blue.
Peggy Blue is the blue child. She lives

the penultimate room at the end of the corridor. She
smiles kindly but she almost doesn't speak.
It looks like a fairy who rests for a while
hospital. She has a complicated illness,
blue disease, a blood problem that should

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go to the lungs and who doesn't go there and who
suddenly makes the whole skin bluish. She is waiting for a
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operation that will make it pink. Me, I think that

it's a shame, I find it very beautiful in blue,
Peggy Blue. There is lots of light and silence
around her, one has the impression of entering
a chapel when you approach.
- Did you tell him?

- I'm not going to stand in front of her for
tell him "Peggy Blue, I like you. "
- Yes. Why don't you do it?
- I don't even know if she knows I exist.
- One more reason.
- Did you see my head? should
that she appreciates extraterrestrials, and that,
I'm not sure.
- I find you very beautiful, Oscar.
There, she slowed down the conversation a little, Granny-

Pink. It's nice to hear this kind of
thing, it makes the hair shiver, but we know
more very well what to answer.
- I don't want to seduce that with my body,

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Grandma Rose.
- How do you feel about her?
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- I want to protect her from

ghosts.
- What? There are ghosts here!
- Yes. Every night. They wake us up
don't know why. It hurts because they
pinch. We are afraid because we don't see them
not. We have trouble falling back to sleep.
- Do you often have ghosts?
- No. Sleep is what I get
deeper. But Peggy Blue, I hear it
sometimes scream at night. I would love the
protect.
- Go tell him.
- Anyway, I couldn't do it
really because at night we don't have the
right to leave his room. It's the
regulation.
- do ghosts know the
regulation? No. Surely not. Be cunning:
if they hear you announce to Peggy Blue that
you will stand guard to protect her from them,
they will not dare come tonight.

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- Yeah ... yeah ...
- How old are you, Oscar?
- I do not know. What time is it ?
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- Ten o'clock. You are about fifteen. Born

don't you think it's time to have the
courage of your feelings?
At half past ten, I made up my mind and I
walked to the door of his room which was
opened.
- Hi, Peggy, this is Oscar.
She was lying on her bed, it looked like Blanche-

Snow when it waits for the prince, when these
dwarf bunnies believe she is dead,
Snow White like the snow photos where the
snow is blue, not white.
She turned to me and there I
asked if she was going to take me for the prince
or one of the dwarfs. I would have checked "dwarf" at
because of my egg skull but she said nothing,
and that's good, with Peggy Blue, it's
that she never says anything and that everything stays
mysterious.

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- I came to tell you that, tonight, and all
the following evenings, if you don't mind, I
stand guard outside your room to
protect you from ghosts.
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That's when a hand tapped me in

the back. A misfortune never happens alone: my
parents. It was Sunday and I forgot!
- Are you introducing your friend, Oscar?
- She's not my friend.
- You present it anyway?
- Sandrine. My parents. Sandrine.
- I'm glad to know you, said the
Chinese taking on sweet tunes.
I would have strangled her.
- Do you want Sandrine to come with us

in your bedroom ?
- No. Sandrine stays here.
Back in my bed, I realized

that I was tired and I slept a little. Any
way, I didn't want to talk to them.
When I woke up, obviously they

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had brought me gifts. Since I
am permanently in the hospital, my parents have
struggling with conversation; so they
bring me gifts and we spend after-
rotten noon to read the rules of the game and the modes
Job. My father, he is fearless with
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notices: even when in Turkish or

Japanese, he is not discouraged, he clings to the
diagram. He is world champion on Sunday
wasted afternoon. Today he brought me
a disc player. There, I could not criticize
even if I wanted to.
- You didn't come yesterday?

- Yesterday? Why do you want ? We can not
than Sunday. What makes you say
that?
- Someone saw your car in the
car park.
- There is not just one red Jeep in the world.
Cars are interchangeable.
- Yeah. It's not like parents.
Pity.
There, I had nailed them on the spot. So i took

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the music device and I listened twice to the
Nutcracker record, without stopping, in front
them. Two hours without them being able to say a
word. Serves them right.
- Do you like it?

- Yeah. I feel sleepy.
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They understood that they had to leave. They were

bad like everything. They couldn't decide.
I felt they wanted to tell me things and
that they couldn't. It was good to see them
suffer, in turn.
Then my mother rushed against me, told me
tight very strong, too strong, and said in one voice
shaken:
- I love you, my little Oscar, I love you
so much.
I wanted to resist but at the last moment

I let her do it, it reminded me of the time
before, the time for big simple hugs, the
time when she didn't have an anguished tone for
tell me she loved me.
After that, I had to fall asleep a little.

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Mamie-Rose
always arrivesisatthe
thechampion
finish lineofatrevival. She
the time
where I open my eyes. And she always has a smile to
that time.
- So your parents?
- Drawn as usual. Finally, they
offered The Nutcracker.
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- Nutcracker? This is curious. I had

a friend who was called like that. A
crowned champion. She broke the neck of
his opponents between his thighs. And Peggy
Blue, did you go to see her?
- Don't tell me. She is engaged to Pop Corn.
- Did she tell you?
- No, him.
- Bluff!
- I do not think so. I'm sure he likes her more
than me. It is stronger, more reassuring.
- Bluff, I tell you! I who looked like a
smile in a ring, I beat some
wrestlers who looked like whales
or hippos. Here, Plum
Pudding, Irish, one hundred and fifty kilos
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arms like my thighs, biceps like
hams, legs I couldn't
not go around. No pruning, no sockets.
Unbeatable!
- How did you do ?
- When there is no socket, it is because it is
round and let it roll. I made him run,
to tire her out, then I knocked her down,
Plum Pudding. It took a winch for the
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raise. You, my little Oscar, you have

the light frame and you don't have a lot of
steak, that's for sure, but seduction
it's not just bone and meat
is also due to the qualities of the heart. And that,
qualities of heart, you have plenty.
- Me?
- Go see Peggy Blue and tell him what's on
the heart.
- I'm a bit tired.
- Tired ? How old are you at this hour? Ten-
eight years ? At eighteen you are not
tired.
She has a way of speaking, Mamie-Rose, who

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Night had fallen, the sounds were more resonant
strong in the darkness, the linoleum of the corridor
reflected the moon.
I walked into Peggy's house and handed him my
music device.
- Here. Listen to "La Valse des flocons". This is

so pretty it reminds me of you.
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Peggy listened to "La Valse des flocons". She

smiled like she was an old girlfriend, the
waltz, who was telling him funny things to
the ear.
She returned the device to me and she said to me:
- It's beautiful.
It was his first word. It's nice, no,

as a first word?
- Peggy Blue, I wanted to tell you: I don't want

that you have surgery. You are beautiful like that. You
are beautiful in blue.
That, I saw that it pleased him. I had it
not said for, but it was clear that it made him
pleasure.

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- I want you, Oscar, to tell me
protect from ghosts.
- Count on me, Peggy.
I was really proud. Finally, it is I who

had won!
- Kiss Me.
This is really a girl thing, the kiss,

as a need at home. But Peggy, at the
unlike the Chinese, she is not a
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vicious, she stretched out her cheek and it's true that
made me warm, too, to kiss her.
- Good evening, Peggy.
- Good evening, Oscar.
There, God, it was my day. I understand

that adolescence is called the thankless age. This is
hard. But finally, at the stroke of twenty years,
it works out. So I send you my request from
day: I would like Peggy and I to get married.
I'm not sure that the marriage belongs
things of the mind, if that's your category.
Do you make this kind of wish, agency wish
matrimonial? If you don't have that on the shelf, say so
me quickly that i can turn to the right

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no one. Without wanting to rush you, I signal you
that I don't have much time. Therefore :
wedding of Oscar and Peggy Blue. Yes or no. see
if you do, that would suit me.

Oscar.
PS. By the way, what, ultimately, is your address?
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Dear God ,
That's it, I'm married. We are the 21st

December, I'm walking towards my thirtieth birthday and I
am married. For the kids, Peggy Blue and I,
we decided that we will see that later. actually, I
believe she is not ready.
It happened last night.
Around one o'clock in the morning, I heard the complaint

by Peggy Blue. It straightened me up in my bed. The

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ghosts! Peggy Blue was tortured by
ghosts when I promised to ride
the guard. She was going to realize that I was
a tocard, she would never speak to me again and
she would be right.
I got up and walked to

screams. Arriving at Peggy's room,
I saw her sitting in her bed, looking at me
come, surprise. I, too, must have looked
surprised, because suddenly I had Peggy Blue in front of
me staring at me, mouth closed, and
I still heard the screams.
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So I continued to the next door and I

understood that it was Bacon writhing in his
reads because of his burns. One moment, it got me
gave a bad conscience, I thought about the day
where I had set fire to the house, to the cat, to the
dog, when I even grilled the fish
red - well, I think they must have mostly
boil - I thought about what they had experienced and I
I thought that after all, it was not worse
they stayed there rather than having
never finished with memories and burns,

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like Bacon, despite transplants and creams.
Bacon curled up and stopped moaning. I
went back to Peggy Blue.
- So it wasn't you, Peggy? I still have

thought you were the one screaming at night.
- And I thought it was you.
We couldn't get over what was going on, and what

we said to ourselves: in reality, everyone thought of
the other for a long time.
Peggy Blue has become even more blue, which

meant that she was very embarrassed.
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- What are you doing now, Oscar?

- What about you, Peggy?
It's crazy what we have in common,
same ideas, same questions.
- Do you want to sleep with me
Girls, it's amazing. Me, a sentence

like that, I would have taken hours, weeks,
months chewing it in my head before the
pronounce. She took it all out
naturally, quite simply.

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- okay
And I got into her bed. We were a little

tight but we had a wonderful night.
Peggy Blue smells like hazelnut and she has skin too
gentle than me inside my arms but she,
It's everywhere. We slept a lot, a lot
dreamed, we stood up against each other, we told each other
our lives.
It is sure that in the morning, when Madame

Gommette, the head nurse, found us
together it was opera. She started
screaming, the night nurse started screaming
also, they yelled at each other and then at
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Peggy, then on me, the doors slammed, they

took the others to witness, they
called "unhappy little ones" while we
were very happy and it took Mamie-Rose
arrives to end the concert.
- are you gonna fuck these

children? Who should you satisfy,
patients or the regulations? I don't care
polish your rules, I sit on them.
Now, silence. Go crepe you

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bun elsewhere. We are not in a
locker room, here.
It was unanswerable, as always with

Grandma Rose. She brought me back to my room
and I slept a little. When we woke up, we were able to chat.
- So, is this serious, Oscar, with Peggy?
- It's concrete, Mamie-Rose. I am super-
happy. We got married last night.
- Married?
- Yes. We did everything a man does and
a woman who are married.
- Really?
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- Who do you take me for? I have - what

time is it - I'm twenty years old, I'm leading
my life as I see it, right?
- Sure.
- And then imagine that all the stuff that
disgusted me before, when I was young,
kisses, caresses, well, finally,
I liked it. It's funny as we
change, right?
- I'm so happy for you, Oscar. You push

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good.
- There's only one thing we didn't do, it's the
kiss by mixing tongues. Peggy
Blue was afraid it would give him
children. What do you think ?
- I think she's right.
- Really? It is possible to have children if
we kiss on the mouth? So I go
have some with the Chinese.
- Calm down, Oscar, there is still little
opportunities. Very little.
She looked sure of it, Mamie-Rose, and

it calmed me down a bit because, you have to say, to you,
God, and only you, with Peggy Blue, a
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times or even two or more we had put the

language.
I slept a little. We had lunch together,
Granny-Rose and I, and I started to go
better.
- It's crazy how tired I was this morning.

- It's normal, between twenty and twenty-five,
we go out at night, we party, we have a

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life of patachon, we do not save
enough. It pays for itself. Shall we go see God?
- Ah, that's it, do you have his address?
- I think he's in the chapel.
Grandma-Rose dressed me like we were leaving

for the North Pole, she hugged me and
took me to the chapel at the back
from the hospital park, beyond the frozen lawns,
well, I'm not going to explain where it is, since it's
at your home.
It shocked me when I saw your statue, finally,

when i saw the state you were in, almost
all naked, all skinny on your cross, with
wounds everywhere, the skull bleeding under the
thorns and the head that no longer held even on the
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neck. It made me think of myself. It shocked me. Yes

I was God, I, like you, I would not have
never mind.
- Mamie-Rose, be serious: you who are

wrestler, you who have been great
champion you are not going to do
trust that!

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- Why, Oscar? Would you give more
credit God if you saw a bodybuilder with
ornate steak, protruding muscle,
oiled skin, short cut and
advantageous mini-slip?
- Well ...
- Think, Oscar. What do you feel the most
close ? Of a God who feels nothing or
of a suffering God?
- Of the one who suffers, obviously. But if
I was him, if I was God, if, like him,
I had the means, I would have avoided suffering.
- No one can avoid suffering. Neither god
neither you. Neither your parents nor me.
- Okay. Okay. But why suffer?
- Exactly. There is suffering and suffering.
Take a closer look at his face. Observed. Is
that he seems to be suffering?
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- No. It's curious. He doesn't seem to have

wrong.
- Here. Two sentences must be distinguished, my
little Oscar, physical suffering and
moral suffering. Physical suffering,
we undergo it. We suffer from moral suffering
chooses.

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- I do not understand.
- If you drive nails into your wrists
or feet, you can't help it
than it hurts. You suffer. However, at
the idea of dying, you don't have to have
wrong. You don't know what it is. It depends
so from you.
- You know some people who
rejoice at the idea of dying?
- Yes, I know some. My mother was like that.
On her deathbed, she smiled
gluttony, she was impatient, she
was eager to find out what was going to happen
pass.
I could no longer argue. Like that

interested me to know the rest, I let it go
a little while thinking about what she's telling me
said.
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- But most people are without curiosity.

They cling to what they have, like the
louse in the ear of a bald. Take plum
Pudding, for example, my Irish rival,
one hundred and fifty kilos on an empty stomach and in just underpants
before his Guinness. She always said to me:

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"I'm sorry I won't die, I'm not
disagree, I did not sign. "She
wrong. No one had told him that the
life had to be eternal, nobody! She
stubbornly believed it, she rebelled, she
refused the idea of passing, she became
enraged, she had a depression, she
lost weight, she stopped the job, she weighed
more than thirty-five kilos, it looked like a
sole ridge, and it broke in
parts. You see, she died when
same, like everyone else, but the idea of
dying ruined his life.
- She was stupid, Plum Pudding, Granny-
Pink.
- Like a country block. But it's
very widespread, country pâté. Very
current.
Again, I nodded because I was
enough agree.
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People fear dying because they

fear the unknown. But precisely, what
than the unknown? I suggest to you, Oscar, not to
to be afraid but to have confidence. Look at him
face of God on the cross: he undergoes punishment

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physical but he does not experience moral punishment
because he has confidence. So nails do it less
suffer. He repeats himself: it hurts me but it doesn't
can't be wrong. Here ! That's the benefit
faith. I wanted to show it to you.
OK, Granny-Rose, when I'm scared, I

will force me to trust.
She kissed me. Finally, we were fine

in this deserted church with you, God, who had
looks so peaceful.
When I got back, I slept a long time. I have more and more
more sleep. Like a craving. In me
waking up, I said to Mamie-Rose:
- Actually, I'm not afraid of the unknown. This is

just that it bothers me to lose what i
know.
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- I'm like you, Oscar. If we proposed to

Peggy Blue to come and have tea with
us?
Peggy Blue had tea with us, she

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got along very well with Mamie-Rose, we got well
laughed when Mamie-Rose told us about her
fight with the Giclette Sisters, three sisters
twins pretending to be one. After
each round, the Giclette which had exhausted its
opponent frolicking everywhere jumped up
out of the ring pretending she had to go
pee she rushed to the toilet and it was
his sister who was coming back in great shape for the
reprise. And so on. Everyone believed
that there was only one Giclette, that it was a
tireless sauté pan. Mamie-Rose discovered the
pot aux roses, locked up the two substitutes
to the toilet throwing the key out the window and she
came to the end of the one that was left. This is
clever wrestling as a sport.
Then Mamie-Rose left. The nurses we

watch, Peggy Blue and I, like we're
firecrackers ready to explode. Shit, i'm thirty
years, all the same! Peggy Blue swore to me that, what
evening, she will join me as soon as she
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could ; in exchange, I swore to him that, this time,

I would not put the tongue.

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It's
stilltrue,
haveit's
timenottoallraise
about having kids, you have to
them.
There, God. I don't know what to ask you what

evening because it was a beautiful day. Yes.
so that the Peggy Blue operation tomorrow
is going well. Not like mine, if you see this
that i mean.

Oscar.
PS Operations are not things of

mind, you may not have that in store.
So make sure that whatever the outcome
of the operation, Peggy Blue takes it well. I
count on you.
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Dear God ,
Peggy Blue was operated today. I spent
ten terrible years. It's tough thirties, it's
the age of worries and responsibilities.
In fact, Peggy couldn't join me last night

because Madame Ducru, the night nurse,
stayed in his room to prepare Peggy
to anesthesia. The stretcher took her to eight
hours. It made my heart ache when I saw it go by
Peggy on the cart, you could barely see her under the
emerald sheets so small and thin.
Granny-Rose held my hand to stop me
to get on my nerves.
- Why your God, Mamie-Rose, he allows

make it possible, people like Peggy
and me ?
- Fortunately it makes you, my little
Oscar, because life would be less beautiful
without you.
- No. You do not understand. Why
God allow us to be sick? Or
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He is nasty. Or he is not well

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fortiche.
- Oscar, illness is like death.
It is a fact. It is not a punishment.
- We can see that you are not sick!
- What do you know, Oscar?
- That cut me off. I never thought that
Mamie-Rose, who is always so available,
so attentive, she can have her own
problems.
- Don't hide things from me, Granny-
Rose, you can tell me everything. I have at
minus thirty-two, cancer,
woman in the operating room so life is that
knows me.
- I love you, Oscar.
- Me too. What can i do for
you if you're in trouble? Is
you want me to adopt you?
- Adopt me?
- Yes, I already adopted Bernard when I saw
that he had the blues.
- Bernard?
- My bear. The. In the closet. On the bookshelf.
He's my old bear, he has no eyes, no
mouth or nose, he lost half of
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its
all padding and itahas
over. It looks scarsyou. I got it
bit like
adopted the evening when my two parents idiots
brought me a new bear. As if
I was going to accept to have a new bear! They
only had to replace me with a little
brand new brother while they were there!
I have since adopted it. I will bequeath him everything
that I have, to Bernard. I want to adopt you
also, if that reassures you.
- Yes. I don't mind. I think it
would reassure, Oscar.
- So top there, Mamie-Rose.
Then we went to prepare Peggy's room,

bring the chocolates, put flowers for her
return.
Afterwards, I slept. It's crazy what i sleep in this

moment.
Towards the end of the afternoon, Mamie-Rose told me

woke up telling me that Peggy Blue was
returned and that the operation had been successful.
We went to see her together. His parents

stood by his bedside. I don't know who had them
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defendants, Peggy or Mamie-Rose, but they had
seem to know who I was, they treated me with
a lot of respect, they put a chair on me
between them and I was able to watch my wife with my
in-laws.
I was happy because Peggy was always

bluish. Doctor Dùsseldorf has passed,
rubbed his eyebrows and said it would change
in the next few hours. I looked at the mother
of Peggy who is not blue but very beautiful
anyway and I thought to myself that after all
Peggy, my wife, could have the color
she wanted, I would love her the same.
Peggy opened his eyes, smiled at me, at his

parents, then went back to sleep.
His parents were reassured but they had to
go.
- We entrust you our daughter, they told me.

We know we can count on
you.
With Mamie-Rose, I held out until Peggy
open my eyes a second time then I went
rest in my room.
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When I finish my letter, I realize that

it was a good day today
finally. A family day. I adopted
Grandma-Rose, I got on well with my
in-laws and I got my wife back in
good health, even if, around eleven o'clock, she
turned pink.

Oscar.
PS No wish today. It will make you rest.
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Dear God ,
Today I was forty to fifty years old

and I only did bullshit.
I tell it quickly because it deserves no more.

Peggy Blue is fine but the Chinese, sent by
Pop Corn who can no longer smell me, came
after him that I kissed her on the mouth.
Suddenly, Peggy told me that she and I were done.

I protested, I said that the Chinese girl and I,
it was a youthful mistake, it was good
before her, and that she couldn't make me
pay my past all my life.
But she held on. She even became

girlfriend with the Chinese to make me mad and
I heard them laughing together.
So when Brigitte, Down's syndrome, which sticks

always everyone because the
Down's syndrome is normal, it's affectionate, is
come and say hello in my room, I have it
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let me kiss me everywhere. She was crazy about

joy that I allow it. It looked like a dog
who celebrates his master. The problem is
that Einstein was in the hallway. He may have
water in the brain but not skins of
sausage on the eyes. He saw everything and went on
tell Peggy and the Chinese girl. The whole floor me
now deals with rider while I have no
moved from my room.
- I don't know what took me, Mamie-Rose,

with Brigitte ...
- The noon demon, Oscar. Men are
like that, between forty-five and fifty
years old, they reassure themselves, they verify that they
may appeal to women other than that
that they love.
- Okay, I'm normal but I'm
idiot, too, right?
- Yes. You are completely normal.
- What do I have to do ?
- Who do you Love ?
- Peggy. Nothing but Peggy.
- Then tell him. A first couple is
fragile, still shaken, but you have to
fight to keep it, if it's the right one.
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Tomorrow, God, it's Christmas.

I never realized it was your birthday.
Make me come to terms with Peggy
because I don't know if that's why, but I
am very sad tonight and i have no more courage
at all.

Oscar.
PS Now that we're friends, what

you want me to offer you for your birthday?

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Dear God ,
This morning at eight o'clock I told Peggy Blue that

I loved her, that I only loved her and that I
couldn't imagine my life without it. She got
crying, she confessed to me that I was delivering her
a great sorrow because she also did not like
that I would never find anyone
else, especially now that it was pink.
So, it's curious, we met all the

two to sob but it was very nice. This is
nice, couple life. Especially after the
fifty when we went through trials.
At the stroke of ten o'clock, I really

realized that it was Christmas, that I couldn't
not stay with Peggy because his family -
brothers, uncles, nephews, cousins - was going to land
in his room and that I was going to have to
support my parents. What were they going
offer me again? An eighteen thousand puzzle
rooms ? Books in Kurdish? A box of

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manuals ? My portrait of the time
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I was in good health? With two such morons,

who have the intelligence of a trash bag there were
from the threat on the horizon I could all
fear, there was only one certainty,
was that I was going to spend a day at the cunt.
I decided very quickly and I organized my

fugue. A bit of barter: my toys at Einstein,
my Bacon down and my Pop Corn candies.
A little observation: Mamie-Rose was passing
always by the cloakroom before leaving. A little
forecast: my parents would not arrive
before noon. Everything went well: at eleven o'clock
thirty, Mamie-Rose kissed me in me
wishing a good christmas day with my
parents then disappeared upstairs from the locker room.
I hissed. Pop Corn, Einstein and »Bacon got me
dressed very quickly, took me down lifting me
and carried me to Mamie-Rose's till,
a car that must date from before the automobile.
Pop Corn, who is very good at opening
locks because he was lucky to be brought up
in a disadvantaged city, hooked the door of
behind and they threw me on the ground between the
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Then they returned, neither seen nor known, to
building.
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Mamie-Rose, after a while,

got into her car, she spit it out
ten to fifteen times before "getting it started
then we went to a hell train. It's awesome,
this kind of car before the automobile, that makes
so much noise that it feels like you're going
very quickly and it shakes as much as at the fair.
The problem is that Mamie-Rose, she must have

learn to drive with a stunt friend:
she did not respect fires, sidewalks or
roundabouts so that from time to time the
car was taking off. It was quite rowdy in the
cabin she honked a lot and question
vocabulary too, it was enriching: it
swung all kinds of terrible words for
insult the enemies who got in their way
out of his way and I said to myself again
that wrestling was definitely a good school
for life.
I had planned, on arrival, to jump up and do:

"Hello, Mamie-Rose" but it lasted
so long the obstacle course for

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arriving at her house, that I had to fall asleep.
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Still, when I woke up, it was dark, it

it was cold, silence, and I found myself alone
lying on a damp carpet. That's where i
thought, for the first time, that maybe I had
makes a mistake.
I got out of the car and it started to snow.
Yet it was much less pleasant than
"La Valse des flocons" in The Nutcracker.
My teeth were jumping out on their own.

I saw a large lit house. I walked.
I was struggling. I had to make such a jump to
reach the doorbell that I collapsed on
the mat.
That's where Mamie-Rose found me.

- But ... but ..., that she started to say.
Then she leaned over and whispered:

- Honey.
So I thought maybe I hadn't

stupidity.

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She carried me to her living room, where she had
erected a large Christmas tree that blinked
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eyes. I was amazed at how beautiful it was,

at Mamie-Rose's. She warmed me up to the
fire and we drank a big chocolate. I was doubting myself
that she wanted to make sure I was ok first
before yelling at me. So, I took
all my time to recover, I had no
hard to get there by the way because in this
moment, I'm really tired.
- Everyone's looking for you at the hospital, Oscar.

This is the fight. Your parents
are desperate. They alerted the police.
- It doesn't surprise me about them. If they are stupid enough
to believe that i will love them when
I'll have the handcuffs ...
- What do you blame them for?
- They're afraid of me. They don't dare me
talk. And the less they dare, the more I have
the impression of being a monster. Why
do i terrorize them I am so ugly
only that ? I stink ? I became an idiot without
realize it?

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- They're not afraid of you, Oscar. They are afraid
of the disease.
- My illness is part of me. They didn't
not behave differently because
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I am sick. Or they cannot

love that a healthy Oscar?
- They love you, Oscar. They told me.
- Are you talking to them?
- Yes. They are very jealous that we
heard so well. No, not jealous, sad.
Sad not to achieve it too.
I shrugged but I was already a little

less angry. Granny-Rose made me a
second hot chocolate.
- You know, Oscar. You will die one day. But

your parents, they will die too.
I was amazed by what she said to me. I did

had never thought.
- Yes. They will die too. All alone. And

with terrible remorse for not being able to
reconcile with their only child, an Oscar

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that say
- Don't theythings
adored.
like that, Granny-
Rose, I don't care.
- Think of them, Oscar. You understood that you
were going to die because you're a very boy
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clever. But you didn't understand that

it's not just you who die. Everybody
dies. One day your parents. One day.
- Yes. But still all the same, I pass
in front of.
- It is true. You pass in front. However is
what, on the pretext that you are passing in front,
do you have all rights? And the right to forget
others ?
- I understand, Mamie-Rose. Call them.
Here, God, the rest, I'll make it short because

my wrist is tired. Granny-Rose has warned
the hospital, who warned my parents, who are
came to Mamie-Rose and we all celebrated Christmas
together.
When my parents arrived, I told them: -

Excuse me, I forgot that you too
day you were going to die.

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I don't know what it unlocked for them, this
sentence, but afterwards I found them as
before and we had a great Christmas evening.
For dessert, Mamie-Rose wanted to look at the
television midnight mass and also a match
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wrestling that she had recorded. She says that

she has always kept a
wrestling match to watch before mass
midnight to get up, that it's a
habit, that it would make him very happy. So,
we all watched a fight she put on
side. It was great. Mephista against Jeanne
Arc! Swimwear and waders! of the
sacred fellows! as dad said who was
all red and who seemed to like it, wrestling.
The number of strokes they hit
face, it's not imaginable. I would be dead
a hundred times in such a fight. It's a
training question, Mamie-Rose told me,
the blows on the face, the more you take, the more you
can take it. Always keep hope.
In fact, it was Joan of Arc who won, while,
really, at first we would not have believed: it must have
to please you.

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By the way, happy birthday, God. Grandma Rose,
who just put me in her son's bed
elder who was a veterinarian in Congo with the
elephants, suggested that as a gift
birthday for you, it was very good, my
reconciliation with my parents. Me,
frankly, I find it limited as a gift.
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But if Mamie-Rose, who is an old girlfriend at

you say it ...

Oscar.
PS I forgot my wish: that my parents

always stay like tonight. And me too.
It was a nice Christmas, especially Mephista
against Joan of Arc. Sorry for your mass, I have
picked up before.

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Dear God ,
I am sixty years old and I pay the bill for

all the abuse I made last night. It was not
great form today.
It was my pleasure to return home, to
hospital. We become like this, when we are
old, we don't like to travel anymore. Sure i have
no longer want to leave.
What I didn't tell you in my letter yesterday,

is that, at Mamie-Rose's, on a shelf,
on the stairs there was a statue of Peggy
Blue. I swear. Exactly the same, in plaster,

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with the same very soft face, the same color
blue on clothes and on the skin. Mamie-
Rose claims it's the Virgin Mary, your mother
from what I understand, a madonna
hereditary at home for several
generations. She agreed to give it to me. I
put it on my bedside table. Anyway,
one day it will come back to Mamie's family-
Pink since I adopted it.
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Peggy Blue is getting better. She came to give me back

wheelchair visit. She did not recognize herself in
the statue but we had a nice time
together. We listened to The Nutcracker while
holding hands and it reminded us of the good times.
I'm not talking to you any longer because I

finds the pen a bit heavy. Everyone is
sick here, even doctor Dùsseldorf, because
chocolates, foie gras, glazed chestnuts
and Champagne that the parents offered in
mass to the nursing staff. I would like
that you visit me.
Kiss, see you tomorrow,

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Oscar.
~ 74 ~
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Dear God ,
Today i had seventy to four-

twenty years and I have thought about it a lot.
First I used Mamie-Rose's gift

for Christmas. I don't know if I told you about it?
It is a Sahara plant that lives all its life in
only one day. As soon as the seed receives water,
it buds, it becomes a stem, it takes
leaves, she makes a flower, she makes
seeds, it fades, it flattens and, hop, the
evening it's over. It's a great gift, I’m

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thank you for inventing it. We watered it
morning at seven o'clock, Mamie-Rose, my parents
and me - by the way, I don't know if I told you, they live
right now at Mamie-Rose's because it's
less far - and I was able to follow its entire existence.
I was touched. It is sure that it is rather puny and
riquiqui like flower - it is not a baobab
but she bravely did all of her work
plant, like a big one, in front of us in one
day, without stopping.
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With Peggy Blue, we read a lot

Medical dictionary. It is his favorite book. She
is passionate about diseases and
ask which ones she can have later.
I looked at the words that interested me:
"Life", "Death", "Faith", "God". You will believe me if
you want, they weren't there! Note, it proves
already that these are not diseases, neither life, nor
death, neither faith, nor you. Which is rather a
good news. Yet in a book too
seriously there should be answers to
most serious questions, right?
- Mamie-Rose, I have the impression that, in the

Medical dictionary, there are only tricks

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individuals, problems that can
get to this or that guy. But there is
not the things that concern us all: the
Life, Death, Faith, God.
- Maybe we should take a
Dictionary of philosophy, Oscar.
However, even if you find the
ideas you're looking for, you might be disappointed
also. It offers several very
different for each notion.
- How come ?
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- The most interesting questions remain

questions. They wrap a
mystery. To each response, we must attach
a "maybe". There are only questions
without interest that have a definitive answer.
- You mean that in "Life" there is no
solution?
- I mean that in "Life", there are several
solutions, so no solution.
- Me, that's what I think, Mamie-Rose, it
there is no solution to life except to live.
Doctor Düsseldorf came to see us. he

dragged his beaten dog air, which makes him

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even more expressive, with its big eyebrows
black.
- Do you style your eyebrows,
Doctor Düsseldorf? I asked.
He looked around, very surprised, he had

seems to ask Mamie-Rose, my parents,
if he had heard correctly. He ended up saying yes of a
muffled voice.
- You shouldn't shoot such a head, doctor

Düsseldorf. Listen i will talk to you
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frankly because I have always been

very medically correct and you,
you were flawless on the plan
sickness. Stop the guilty tunes. It's not
not your fault if you are forced
to announce bad news to
people, diseases with Latin names and
impossible healings. Must relax.
You relax. You are not God
Father. You are not the one ordering
nature. You are just restorative. Should
step off, Doctor Düsseldorf, release the
pressure and not give you too much

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matter, otherwise you're not going
be able to continue this profession for a long time.
Look at the head you have already.
Listening to me, Doctor Diisseldorf had the

mouth as if he were gobbling an egg. Then he smiled,
a real smile, and he kissed me.
You're right, Oscar. Thanks for telling me that.
You're welcome, doctor. At your service. Come back when

you want.
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There, God. You, on the other hand, I'm still waiting for your
visit. Come. Do not hesitate. Come, even if I have
a lot of people right now. It would make me
really fun.

Oscar.

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Dear God ,
Peggy Blue is gone. She returned home

parents. I'm not an idiot, I know very well that
I will never see her again.
I will not write to you because I am too sad.

We spent our lives together, Peggy and I, and

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now I find myself alone, bald, softened,
and tired in my bed. It's ugly to grow old.
Today, I don't love you anymore.

Oscar.
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Dear God ,
Thanks for coming.
You chose your moment because I was not going

good. Maybe you were upset because of
my letter from yesterday ...

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When
ninety Iyears
wokeold
up,and
I thought
I turnedI had
my head to the
window to watch the snow.
And there, I guessed that you were coming. It was morning.

I was alone on Earth. It was so early that
the birds were still asleep, that even
the night nurse, Madame Ducru, had to
take a nap, and you were trying to
make dawn. You were struggling but you
insisted. The sky was growing pale. You inflated the airs of
white, gray, blue, you pushed back the night, you
revived the world. You didn't stop. It's there that
I understood the difference between you and us: you are
the tireless guy! The one who never tires.
Still at work. And that's it! And that's
the night! And here is spring! And here is winter! And
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this is Peggy Blue! And that's Oscar! There you go

Granny-Rose! What health !
I understood that you were there. That you told me your
secret: look at the world every day as if
It was the first time.
So I followed your advice and applied myself.

The first time. I contemplated the light, the
colors, trees, birds, animals. I

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felt the air
breathe. pass through
I could hear themy nostrils
voices and
rising in make me
the corridor as in the vault of a cathedral.
I was alive. I shivered with pure joy.
The happiness of existing. I was amazed.
Thank you, God, for doing this for me. I had

the impression that you were taking me by the hand and
that you were taking me to the heart of the mystery
contemplate the mystery. Thank you.

Oscar.
PS My wish: can you do it again

hit my parents the first time? Mamie-
Rose I think she already knows. And then Peggy,
also, if you have time ...
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~ 83 ~
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Dear Di eu,
Today I am a hundred years old. Like Granny-Rose.

I sleep a lot but I feel good. I have

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tried to explain to my parents that life,
it was a funny gift. Initially, we
overestimate this gift: we believe we have received life
eternal. Then we underestimate it, we find it
rotten, too short, we would almost be ready to
discard. Finally, we realize that it was not
a gift, but just a loan. So we try to
deserve it. I, a hundred years old, know what I am
spoken. The older we get, the more we have to show
taste for enjoying life. We have to become
refined, artist. Any moron can enjoy
of life at ten or twenty, but at a hundred, when
you can't move, you have to use your
intelligence. I don't know if I got them right
convinced. Visit them. No more work. Me I
a little tired.

Oscar.
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Dear God ,
One hundred and ten years. It's a lot. I believe I

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begins to die.
Oscar.
~ 85 ~
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Dear God ,
The little boy is dead.

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I will always be a pink lady but I will no longer be
Grandma Rose. I was only for Oscar.
He died this morning, for half an hour when

his parents and I went to take a
coffee. He did this without us. I think he has
waited for that moment to spare us.
As if he wanted to avoid the violence of him
see it disappear. It was he, in fact, who watched over
we.
I have a heavy heart, I have a heavy heart, Oscar y

live and I can't chase it. I have to
still keep my tears for me, until
evening because I don't want to compare my grief
to the insurmountable one of his parents.
Thanks for letting me know Oscar. Thanks to

I was funny, I invented legends, I
even knew wrestling. Thanks to him, I laughed and
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I experienced joy. He helped me believe in you. I

am full of love, it burns me, he has so much
given that I have them for all the years to come.

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PS The last three days, Oscar had posed
a sign on his bedside table. I believe that
it concerns you. He wrote: "Only God has the
right to wake up. "
See you soon,

Grandma Rose.
END
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Oscar and the pink lady

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My name is Oscar, I'm ten years old, I screwed up the fire

I warn you right away: I hate to write.

The proof? Here, take the beginning of my letter:

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speak because I don't even believe that you

Me, I no longer please. Since my transplant

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Doctor Diisseldorf, with his black eyebrows, who

The thought of a doctor is contagious.

Only Mamie-Rose has not changed. AT

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- What's your age, Mamie-Rose?

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We were walking in the park of the hospital and she

When we sat down to suck a candy on

- How is it that you speak so badly?

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Since then, when I got a gloom and she

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Okay, if with all these clues, Mamie-Rose or

In short, my transplant disappointed a lot here. My chemo

The atmosphere is deteriorating. I told my

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- You speak, Egg Skull! Doctors are

- But why don't they tell me everything

So this morning, I wanted to see if she, too, she

- Grandma-Rose, I have the impression that nobody

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- Why do you want to be told if you do

- I have the impression, Mamie-Rose, that we

the hospital only to heal. While we are there

- You're right, Oscar. And I think we're doing the

- She's a failure, my operation, Mamie-Rose?

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We were silent for a while, just to be good

- If you wrote to God, Oscar?

- So why are you talking to me about God? We

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Obviously, said like that, it changed

- And why should I write to God?

She leaned toward me.

- Whenever you believe in him, he will exist

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- Example: courage, patience,

Here. So God, on the occasion of this first

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See you tomorrow, kisses,

PS I don't have your address: how do I do it?

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Well done! You are really strong. Before I even have

This morning I was playing chess with Einstein in

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My parents ? It's not possible. They don't come

I saw the car, a red Jeep with the tarp