The scenery was a uniform grey.
The music was reminiscent of a chicken chase.
'Non, rien. Je crois qu'il est anglaise.'
Paraphanelia. Its a long word! Its been a long week.
I wonder what those eyes say. 'And suddenly out of nowhere comes a tank. And several Nazis.'
Will tomorrow be too late? But what do I want to say?
I am going to revive Robert Rassendyll, his name is too captivating. The Prisoner Of Zenda.
A Bientot, Tout Le Monde.
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