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Entre las cosas que Lucía no soporta está planear su cumpleaños. Desde que dejó de ser una niña y sus papás dejaron de organizarlo todo, ya no sabe qué está celebrando. Tu fais la fête seule,  tu bois seule, tu noies ton bonheur, ta peine, tu ne sais plus. Je plonge dans tes yeux, Lucie. Tu ris Lucie, tu chantes, tu me touches Lucie. L'infini de tes doigts sur ma peau assoiffée, le plaisir de te sentir glisser, glousser, sur mes lèvres. Et dans ton éternel sourire kaléidoscopique, je me vois minuscule, j'existe à peine, comme toi Lucie ou pas.

"Welcome Mrs. Talemaker, please come in." "Hello, thank you Mr. Reeder." "But sit down, it is going to take us some time dear." "It is a nice office you have, surprisingly quiet." "Sure, this is the reading office child. Here I read your compilation and I liked every story." "Oh! Wah, I never thought..." "Don't think. I just have one question, what is the relation between every story?" "Boy! there is none." "I see..." "Should there be one?" "Ma chérie, you tell me." "Well, no. You see, I myself am an infinite compilation of things that have no relation. For instance I have green eyes and I only eat dark chocolate." "Absolutely nothing to do!" "Precisely." "Smart kid! I advise you to take your work to Mrs. Thinker. You'll get what you want."  "It'll be published?" "Go girl, go."