Why Do Angels Fly?

Causeur

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Factuality

Ownership

He had letters, but was not a man of letters, inclined that he was rather, in anticipation of a next small hollow, to stuff small ovens in his pockets during cocktails which, to be worldly, were in fact no part of his world. His life, he told us about it through various stories, all as creepy as they were, and always varnished with encaustic acid as my concierge would say, to the sign of his various posts: Holidays in Indo, Vacations in Saint-Tr…