I think yesterday I had the good fortune of being targeted for a terrorist act of poetry, and those who speak in the street when Hakim, a young man about 14 years approached me and faked with a shiny blade, asking for money, I said no and everything was quiet violent. I finally stole or hurt me, and I said we knew a kiss and gave me an unforgettable kiss on the cheek. When the situation ended up grateful that he had provoked in me a strong reaction, most transformative. My order had been involved, and that was satisfactory.
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