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La vie et belle pour Mme Len, bain pourquoi pas !!! vue la conjoncture actuelle s'est ce qu'on appelle "AVOIR DU TOUPER" si elle compte être présidente se sera pas mes vois qui vont la faire passer..............
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**THE ONE WHO WAITED**
Blue had learned the rhythm of the kennel the way other dogs learn a backyard. Breakfast. Walk. The metal latch on someone else’s gate. The cart. Silence again. He sat on the raised cot with his merle coat neat and his eyes on the aisle, as if looking hard enough might change what arrived.
Three months. He still stood when footsteps slowed.
This time they stopped at his.
The gate opened. A woman knelt on the concrete like she already knew the height of him. She didn’t offer a treat first. She just looked at him—really looked—and something in her face broke open into a smile she hadn’t planned.
Blue didn’t run past her. He went to her.
He put his paws on her shoulders the way a dog does when he’s been practicing a hug in his sleep. She laughed, the kind of laugh that sounds like relief, and gathered him in. His tongue found her cheek. She buried her face in the white of his ruff and held on as if the kennel, the bars, the months, might try to take him back.
For a few seconds there was only the smell of her jacket, the thump of his tail against her knee, and a dog who had decided this was the person.
“I know,” she whispered into his neck. “I know. I’ve been looking too.”
When they finally stood, the gate stayed open behind them. Blue walked out beside her without looking back. Some waits end not with a grand speech, but with a dog who jumps into your arms like he’s been saving that exact hug for you.
J'étais gilet jaune pendant que des tocards nous crachaient dessus, les mêmes tocards qui
sont embêtés aujourd'hui pour le prix de l'essence...
...sachez un truc
on vous laisse la place
vous vous débrouillez
cordialement
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Non, le taureau ne meurt pas d'un coup d'épée, le taureau se couche car il a un pneumothorax, et l'estomac transpercé, son sang se répand dans ses poumons mais ce n''est pas mortel ! sans une intervention humaine, il n'en mourra que plusieurs heures plus tard !
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