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The guard on duty, that morning, had freed him from the tool that prevented him from moving his head, obviously not without forgetting to mock him with slaps on the face. > he smiled faintly, > he closed his eyes at the memory of her. He felt pains everywhere but not in his heart when he spoke of Antoinette. > His interlocutor said ironically. > The man asked curiously. > He sighed dreamily. > The man with no name snorted with amusement. Or rather, he had a name, but Adrien would pretend not to know it. > He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in this world. > The other man burst out laughing. > He approached with furious impatience. > He didn't finish the insult, thinking well that a punch on the cheekbone would have made the idea better. Adr
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