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The Real Thing 20

For Xmas break, everybody went home, to Liverpool, Newcastle, Cheltenham, Grimsby, Reading, and Portsmouth… My flight was on the 22nd of December, so I had a few days alone in the house. On the second day of being on my own, I decided to make the place nice for myself. I Cleaned the bathroom, scrubbed […]
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The Real Thing 21

I had a cat. The important one, the first one, I haven’t owned a cat since actually, but I will, I am positive about it. I had a white cat. I was 12, we had just moved into a new flat, and I was surprised that my mum accepted. Nobody liked it. And it was cool, […]
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The Real Thing 22

And then a few days ago I woke up sweating in the morning, remembering a dream I was sure I had many, many times. It was clear to me that I did have that dream periodically. Or it was more like I was dreaming something and then that piece of dream inserted itself in the […]
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The Real Thing 23

Like any Victorian mansion, ours had its own damp, musty brick basement. You could access through a door situated behind the main staircase, next to the kitchen. Christmas was coming and we decided to through a party between us. Ian suggested we cleaned the basement to have it as a dance and party hall. As usual, I […]
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The Real Thing 24 (song2)

So few words… it began in Africa, setting sun, Julie and Candy, Rony Size’s paper bag, psychic caramel, plants and rags, my mate Paul, you and me always, nothing but you and me, dancing in the moon light, over and over, one more time….
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The Real Thing 29

Ten days interval : Monday Monday Tuesday heartbreak On a Wensday Blue Thursday Friday, i’m in love Saturday sun Everyday is like Sunday Sunny sundae smile Sunday mail
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The Real Thing 30

I took the plane in Paris. It was warm and nice. The sun was setting down. 15 minutes after the plane took off, the stewardesses started rushing around. To help waiting for the packed bright and multicolour lunch box, I opened my book, “on the road”, and started reading…
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The Real Thing 31

That’s when it happen. First i heard a big “brrrom”, then my stomack went numb. i closed my eyes. A baby started crying, then the girl next to me too. Then the stewardess.
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The Real Thing 31

..I drank the sparkling water. My back was still hurting from the plane first shock. I tried to relax: I observed the passengers recovering from the incident. Some were crying afterward, the pretty black girl smiled at me, relieved. The fat French woman sitting by me was still groaning in her friends’ arms. The staff gathered […]