And I think to myself..

Actually, you're just a little thing.
Well, a very cute little thing, ok.
But you were been the same day I was. June 8th. Such a pretty day, I think.
And so I love you so much.
It's strange, I do not understand them, so we cannot talk of real things, I don't know what they like, what they think, maybe they are fascists, they eat kitties, they are selling drugs to children, I don't even know, but I love them so much.
Sooo much..
They're so touching, and this little thing, I like it so much, why I feel such a link between us?
Welcome in our world, Lucas.
You're only six month and there already is somebody who loves you at the other side of the planet.



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Beuh c'est trop niais tout ça, demain je vous parle de Kadafi, du SIDA, des sdf qui crevent de froid, de Sarkozy, de la grippe, de la guerre, du racisme et du pouvoir d'achat des français !