Maore
ESCAPING LYING While I was lying there on the air bed, the heat making my sweat pearl, the air-conditioning was inefficient, the fairy hummed in my ears and He was ironing next door. While I was correcting my students’ work, smiling broadly at the thought of the way they looked as they read the questions not that they were too difficult, not that they couldn’t answer them, not that I didn’t do my best as to have them pass it the test they took was about New York, a place I would like to dwell in, none of them would probably ever go there, I haven’t yet… I also thought about the night, the gloomy song preceded a lighter one and made me want to cry. I thought about that time a candle by my side, already tobacco addicted, Yann was still one of us and other songs would then make me spread on these beds of torture.
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