« 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑠, 𝑗'𝑒́𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎̀ 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑟 𝑎̀ 𝑚𝑒́𝑚𝑒́ 𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 j'ai 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒. 𝑀𝑒̂𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒́𝑚𝑒́.
𝐸𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝑗'𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑒́𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗'𝑎𝑖 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠. 𝐸́𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑐 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒. 𝐽𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑟 𝑎̀ 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒́𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟.
𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑓. 𝐽𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑎̀ 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑢 𝑖𝑐𝑖. 𝐽𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛 '𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑢'. 𝑂𝑢𝑖, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑢 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.
𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 ?
𝐽'𝑒𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑒.
𝐷𝑖𝑒𝑢, 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑎ℎ, 𝐾𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑎, 𝑞𝑢'𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑚. 𝐿𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑚'𝑎 "𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑡" 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢'𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒, 𝑗𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑢.
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