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I could never know what the smile or the unconcern of a child is. I reveal, here, my intimacy, by restoring my adventures which intermingle with my conscience and my suffering in a procession of intrigues sexual, dislike and insolences. I am going to take back what was stolen to me. My determination symbolizes the interdict,

I lie, I cheating, I lose myself and I advance at random, according to my moods.   
All my being filled up of anger thunders and awakes such a volcano ejaculating its lava of contempt. My spirit is balanced between the evil and the good ...

But, have a word in my ear :

What is the good !

What is the evil !

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The man manages to catch up with her by the side of her pullover, she screams with all her strengths and slips into mud.
The events are hustling at a vertiginous speed. He is already lengthened on her of all his weight, she cannot move or do anything any more.
The last thing she can do is to implore the man:
- No! No! For pity’s sake, don’t hurt me.
She struggles, but he is too strong, she will not resist for long. Their eyes meet, the man’s eyes are bulging, with fixed stare. She does not recognize this guy any more which has just made her get into his car, he is like a madman. She struggles more and more slightly and feels her strength failing her. She bursts into tears and shuts the eyes not to see anything more…

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Her eyes cross Cecile’s ones, at this moment, and they are certainly the same sufferings and the same questions which disturb them. It sometimes happens that DJ panics and it is in the joy around this table that this pain imposes such a robber. She does not survive any more and prays very low:
- No! My God if it is true that you exist, do not take him from us.
She wants to flee this false atmosphere, wants to scream, but she stays there and smiles, nevertheless she constantly worrying. She does not want to look at them any more for fear of cracking up. She was racked with anguish. It’s horrible, dreadful, and unfair. How to make time to stop? How to stop earring the clock any more, not to see the hands moving, this becomes a hell for her. Seconds, minutes, the hours which pass and which gently get us closer to our death. She feels so tired suddenly and pretexts a headache to go up in her room and to take a tablet to sleep. To forget, to erase this pain, which will reappear on waking, stronger than ever.

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And when the actors plunge in the net close to twenty centimetres of the head of the spectators, all the heads raise. It would be enough to tighten the hand to touch them. Even if none of the gestures is real and that all is mimed, it is a simulation which seems to be perfect. The public is enthusiastic, it expresses itself in warm applause.
The lights switched of, the three instigators of this exciting interlude disappear. They are back on stage, with dressing gowns, and bow. A last ovation and the curtain falls.
In her dressing room, DJ looks at her in the mirror, she does not want any more to make grimaces. Even if some flashes of the past still come to haunt her. She just wishes anything more but one thing, to be watched, to be admired. The provincial had disappeared, metamorphosed by the magic of a text, she is transfigured, it is as if she had done this work her whole life. She has just understood an important thing, she has youth, the ambition and especially, the desire to bite into life.

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In free newspapers, it is enough to make the men running after. She opens the window and looks at the curtains dancing in the fresh air of January. Although it is a success, nostalgia holds of her. To think she is only twenty years old. Twenty years! And today, she sees anything else than the curtains hanging sadly under the light.
These curtains show her a consumed, dirty world. Suddenly, she looks like a statue, fixed, cold. DJ has the sudden feeling to suffocate into a too narrow clothing whose meshes are tightening gradually on her body. This body, of which the men made use of, without honour, without care. Then she reacts abruptly. It must not be like that, no! She should not regret. She must look right in front of her and not look back if she wants to succeed. And it is what she wishes.
The continuation in Body of flame….