#deux mamans
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lolochaponnay · 3 months ago
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Maman, j'ai trouvé une piÚce de deux euros! -Tu es sur qu'elle est perdue? -Oui, le monsieur là-bas la cherche aussi!
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verstappensseatcushion · 11 months ago
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âœ©Â°ïœĄâ‹† pas de deux, ln4 â‹†ïœĄÂ°âœ©
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pairing: lando norris x fem! ballerina! reader
[face claim: luna montana is largely used as faceclaim but some other pinterest girlies in there too]
summary: y/n is new to monaco and quickly finds herself dancing with mclaren driver lando norris despite all intentions she has of focusing on only her career
a/n: this is my first smau ever, any feedback is appreciated :) also, i am not a ballet dancer by any means so i apologize for any misuse of terms or incorrect depictions
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yn.ballet coucou monaco
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username1 mother moved to monaco ??
ybfusername you left me in london :/  
╰ ynusername you could always come here
username2 please god i-
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"hows monaco ma fille," your mother said to you over the phone.
"s'alright maman, i finished unpacking everything today," you sigh. "i got to tour the company and meet the instructors before classes start next week."
you can hear her sigh before asking, "have you spoken with your father?"
"not since he kicked me out, and i dont plan to speak to him. i've said what i needed to say to him,"
"i expected more maturity from you y/n,"
"he's an adult, if he has something else to say to me he can reach out. i'm done talking about this. goodnight maman love you," you say hanging up the phone
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staring around you can't help but feel overwhelmed by the half-filled flat surrounding you. reflections of the street lights outside your window shine on the wall, highlighting the lack of decorations. there's no trace of you here yet, nothing but empty walls and boxes. you can only hope that in time it will feel like home.
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landonorris
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landonorris miamiiii you brought the heat, now onto monaco
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username1 slay landooooooo
mclaren lando đŸ€ helmet designs
username2 MIAMIIII
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kiwisa · 2 years ago
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never say never ✩ ln04
Lando Norris x Fem! Leclerc! Reader
IN WHICH... you should never say never, especially to your sister who does what she wants.
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user1 the leclerc genes have been blessed by the hand of god there are no other explanations
user2 such a fashion icon
user3 how come y/n is the youngest leclerc and yet she looks just as old as charles wtf
‷ user4 for real lol i always forget she's younger than arthur
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‷ COMMENTS
Anonymous That's the biggest leap I've ever read. It's not because two people attend the same event that they are dating. I hate scoop-hungry websites like you.
Anonymous There are no photos of them together, though? Monaco is like 2km square, of course people are going to cross paths with each other, especially rich people.
Anonymous So, following your logic, since my crush and I attend the same class every day, we are dating too? Fucking awesome.
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user1 they are so cute đŸ„č and lando is so dead đŸ„č
user2 omgggg i knew it !!!!!!
danielricciardo oh boy
user3 y/n lives to infuriate her brothers (especially charles) and i respect that
‷ user4 she is the moment
user5 not only did lando choose to date a driver's sister, he also chose the only girl on the grid with 3 BROTHERS and that's fucking hilarious to me
user6 so lando and max were talking about y/n that's adorable
landonorris i love you ❀
‷ charles_leclerc run before i run you over
‷ yourusername with what? your new vespa?
‷ yourusername i love you too mon coeur ❀
lorenzotl Answer your phone, Y/N.
arthur_leclerc ...
charles_leclerc you're so dead
user7 i bet the "private event" was just a way to hide a date
‷ yourusername đŸ€«
user8 this is more entertaining than a marvel movie damn
pascale.leclerc.355 Vous ĂȘtes trĂšs mignons tous les deux. 😘 Quand est-ce qu'il passe Ă  la maison ? 😊
‷ charles_leclerc maman !!!!
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chrisevansonly · 1 year ago
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What about a little bit of fear ending in a lot of fluff for blurb? Like Charles's son who's maybe three or four pulling away from his dad after a bad karting practice or race because he thinks his father is disappointed in him and then spilling it all to his oncle Arthur and Arthur calling his brother that he found his son and then Charles comforting his crying toddler and reassuring him that he's always proud of him and pÚre et fils passent une bonne journée rien qu'avec eux deux ?
ohh i like this idea, okay let’s blurb it!
Charles had been rushing around the karting grounds, his eyes searching for his little boy Matteo who’d taken off as soon as he’d crashed his kart into the far wall of the track. it hadn’t been a horrible crash but Charles had no doubt his boy was a bit upset, but after searching for 30 minutes he was starting to panic.
“my love, i’m sure he’s not far, let’s just keep checking okay?”
your voice halted Charles’s movements as he let out a sigh, nodding and taking your hand
“yeah..keep checking”
while you and charles kept walking about, Matteo had been found by the youngest leclerc brother, Arthur crouching down to sit with him
“qu'est-ce qui ne va pas petit ours”
Matteo shook his head as he sniffled, looking towards his uncle Arthur
“je suis horrible, je suis nul en conduite!”
Arthur frowned, reaching to pull the young boy into his arms, Matteo hiding his face in his chest
“Teo you had a little accident, it’s okay! these things happen, your dad and I crashed at karting a lot growing up”
“y-you did?”
Arthur could feel his heart clench as the little boy looked up at him, his eyes teary and sad
“of course, that’s how we get better
you know your maman and papa are probably worried about you”
“is papa going to be mad at me?”
Arthur shook his head
“no, he loves you so much petit ours
come one let’s go find them.”
Arthur stood up with Matteo still in his arms as they walked towards the reception centre, easily spotting his brother who looked like he’d had better days
“papa!”
Charles turned quickly, seeing his son in Arthur’s arms, rushing over and taking him gently
“Matteo, tu m’as fait peur bĂ©bĂ©â€
“dĂ©solĂ© Papa”
you made your way back to the boys, kissing Matteo’s cheek gently as you rubbed Charles’s back to comfort him as best you could
“It’s okay Teo, I’m just glad you’re okay
are you okay?”
he nodded
“oui, je ne voulais juste pas que tu sois contrariĂ©, je me suis Ă©crasĂ©â€
“je ne serais jamais en colĂšre contre toi petit ours, je t'aime trop pour ĂȘtre jamais en colĂšre.”
Matteo seemed happy with his father’s answer, quick to wrap his arms around his neck and holding him tightly, allowing Charles to take a deep breath before turning to Arthur
“thank you for finding him”
the younger leclerc smiled
“of course, he actually went the your old hiding spot when you’d run off for the same worries
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hearing this you couldn’t help but smile as you looked between your husband and brother in-law, leaning your head onto Charles’s shoulder just happy to have your family all safe
“like father like son
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onlyonetifosi · 1 year ago
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Behind the camera -> Prologue
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"Maman, Papa, you promised to tell me something special today," Lorenzo said, his eyes wide with curiosity.
Pascale exchanged a loving glance with Hervé and then smiled at their eager son. "Well, Lorenzo, you are going to be a big brother," she announced, her voice brimming with joy.
Lorenzo's face lit up with delight. "Really? I'm going to have a little brother or sister?" he asked, hardly able to contain his excitement.
Pascale laughed gently and nodded. "Actually, you're going to have both! You're going to be a big brother of twins!"
"Des jumeaux?! Deux frùres ou deux sƓurs?" Lorenzo asked, his French flowing naturally as he processed the news. (Twins?! Two brothers or two sisters?)
HervĂ© grinned. "Un frĂšre et une sƓur" he replied. {One brother and one sister}
Lorenzo's eyes widened even more, realizing he was going to have a brother and a sister. "C'est incroyable!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his parents' necks in a tight hug (This is incredible!)
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Over the next few months, Pascale's pregnancy progressed beautifully, but with the joy of having twins came the challenges of carrying two babies at once. She experienced intense cravings, sometimes even at odd hours of the night.
"Maman, you want pickles and ice cream for breakfast?!" Lorenzo chuckled one morning as he found his mother raiding the fridge.
She grinned sheepishly. "It's the babies, they're making me crave all sorts of things," she explained, trying to balance a jar of pickles and a tub of ice cream in her hands.
As the due date approached, Pascale's anticipation mingled with nervousness. Her pregnancy had been more tiring than the first time she carried Lorenzo, and giving birth to twins presented its own set of challenges
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The day had finally arrived - October 16th, a day that would forever change the lives of the Leclerc family. Pascale, the expectant mother, was lying in her hospital bed, surrounded by her husband Hervé and their eldest son Lorenzo. The anticipation in the air was palpable as they eagerly awaited the arrival of the newest additions to their family
Inside the delivery room, the medical team prepared for the unique challenge that lay ahead. Pascale's pregnancy had been a rollercoaster, and as the time approached, the doctors were on high alert. The twins were fraternal, but it had become evident during the course of the pregnancy that they were different in more than just their gender. Yn, the youngest, had been nestled lower in her mother's womb, making her delivery more complicated.
Meanwhile, Lorenzo was staying with Philippe Bianchi and his family, a friend of his dad. Jules, who was now eight years old, was Lorenzo’s best friend and Charles’ future godfather. The two boys eagerly waited for news of the twins' arrival.
"Do you think they'll be okay, Jules?" Lorenzo asked, his eyes filled with concern.
Jules patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Of course, they will! Your maman and papa are strong, and the doctors are taking good care of them. We'll get to meet the babies soon!"
As the clock struck noon, the contractions intensified, and Pascale's grip on HervĂ©'s hand tightened. "Ça fait mal," she said, her face contorting with pain (It hurts)
Hervé, trying to be the supportive husband he always was, replied, "Tout va bien se passer, mon amour. Les médecins sont là pour nous aider." (Everything will be fine, my love. The doctors are here to help us.)
In the Bianchi house, Lorenzo was pacing back and forth, his nerves getting the better of him. He was excited about having siblings, but the thought of being responsible for two new lives made him feel a mix of emotions. He glanced at his father, who was trying his best to reassure him with a smile.
Back in the delivery room, Pascale was giving it her all. The medical staff encouraged her, "Vous faites du bon travail, Madame Leclerc. BientÎt, vos bébés seront là" (You're doing a great job, Mrs. Leclerc. Soon, your babies will be here)
After what felt like an eternity, the moment had arrived. The first cries of a baby filled the room. Charles had made his entrance into the world. Relief washed over Pascale, and tears welled up in Hervé's eyes as he saw his son for the first time.
The medical team continued to work efficiently, and soon, both babies were cleaned and swaddled in warm blankets. Hervé and Lorenzo were allowed into the room to meet the newest members of their family.
The moment Hervé and Pascale laid eyes on their newborn twins, tears of joy streamed down their cheeks. Pascale whispered softly in French, "Ils sont tellement beaux, nos bébés." (They are so beautiful, our babies.)
Hervé kissed her forehead and replied, "Oui, ils le sont, mon amour. (Yes, they are, my love.) Our little miracles."
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The next day, with the newborn twins cradled in Pascale's arms, Lorenzo entered the hospital room, his excitement palpable. He approached the bed, looking down at his new siblings with awe.
"Hey, little ones," he said softly. "Je suis ton grand frùre Lorenzo {I am your big brother Lorenzo} They're so tiny!" he exclaimed, carefully touching Yn's tiny hand and then Charles’
Hervé smiled proudly and placed an arm around Lorenzo's shoulders. "Yes, they are. Meet your baby brother, Charles, and your baby sister, Yn"
"Charles et Yn?" Lorenzo repeated their names with a hint of wonder in his voice
"Yes, Charles and Yn," Pascale said, her eyes shining with joy
"Maman, they're adorable!" Lorenzo said, beaming at his mother. "I promise to be the best big brother ever!"
Tears of joy welled up in Pascale's eyes as she pulled her son into a warm embrace. "You already are, mon chéri. I know you'll be an amazing big brother to them"
The Leclerc family was overjoyed with the new additions. News of the twins' arrival spread quickly, and soon the hospital room was filled with family members eager to meet the newest additions. Uncles, aunts, and cousins showered the twins with love and affection, while their grandparents couldn't stop beaming with pride.
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Jules, the godfather, was ecstatic when he finally got to meet the twins. He bent down and kissed their foreheads gently, promising to protect them and be the best godfather he could be.
Jules Bianchi, Charles' godfather, was only eight years old, but he felt incredibly responsible and honored to be given such an important role. When he heard the news, he rushed to the hospital with a small gift in hand. "Bienvenue, les petits! Je suis votre parrain, Jules." (Welcome, little ones! I'm your godfather, Jules.)
The room filled with laughter and joy as everyone celebrated the arrival of the twins. Yn and Charles were already surrounded by an immense amount of love from their family and friends.
As the days turned into weeks, and the twins grew, their bond with Lorenzo strengthened. They had an unbreakable connection as the Leclerc siblings, and the world was eager to see the adventures that awaited them.
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the-offside-rule · 2 years ago
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Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Baby Duties
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Warnings: nons
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"What are you going to call her?"
"Coralie, Coralie Leclerc."
That day was something else. The day your baby girl, Coralie arrived to the world. It all seemed so much better than everyone told you it would be. She wasn't crying at night, she wasn't being terrible at all but then then the problems started when you got home. Charles opened up the front door with your hospital bag and let you in holding the baby. You looked around at the homer you missed oh so much and continued on to the nursery to put your little girl to sleep. It was awfully late at night so she would probably be sleepy and to be completely honest, you were pretty tired too. You placed the little creature into her crib and tucked her in. Charles looked on lovingly at his little family. Everything was finally coming together in his life.
You tiredly made your way out of the room and closed the door gently. You heard a light chuckle and reopened your eyes to see Charles staring at you. "What?" you yawned. "Nothing, you just look beautiful as always." He remarked. Even though you felt like complete and utter shit, he made you feel like a princess. "but you look tired so maybe you should go to sleep." You nodded and yawned. "Yeah. Let's go- what are you doing?" you asked as Charles picked you up bridal style and began walking in the direction of your bedroom. "We're going to bed." He replied simply. "I might put on a movie too but it's up to you." Your heart fluttered at his words. "Do you know how much I love you?" you asked him, nuzzled into his chest. "You've said it a few times but I don't mind hearing it again."
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You had managed to fall asleep but the distant cries of little Coralie Leclerc put an end to that. You moved to get up but Charles lay you back down making you a little bit confused. "Charles, I need to go get her." you groaned. "No princesse, you go back to sleep. I'll go get her." You agreed reluctantly and turned back around to go to sleep but in the nursery, they were probably not going to sleep.
"Salut ma fille, Pourquoi pleures tu?" (hello my daughter, why are you crying?) he babbled. Carolie seemed to quiet down a little bit but not much. "Veux tu quelque chose a manger? Ah no. You can't eat anything yet erm..." Charles thought about an alternative and thankfully came up with one quickly before she woke up the entire of Monaco. "Et le lait? Oui? Tres bien." (How about milk? Yes? Great) he said to himself. "Allons y alors, mais nous devons nouse taire."(Let's go then but we need to be quiet.) he said wrapping Carolie in a blanket to keep her warm while they went out to the kitchen to get some milk. " Nous ne voulons pas reveiller votre maman." (We don't want to wake up your mom.) Charles had a peak into the room to see if you were still asleep and smiled to himself when he saw that you were.
"Vous savez, vous et votre maman ĂȘtes similaires. Vous ĂȘtes tous les deux trĂšs exigeants." (You know, you and your mom are very similar. You're both very high maintenance.) Charles chuckled as he began to feed his hungry baby. "Je blague. Je vous aime beaucoup tous les deux." (I'm joking. I love you both very much.) he continued on. "Et croyez moi, Ă  la seconde oĂč je peux vous amener Ă  une course, vous allez Ă  une course." (And trust me, the second I can get you to a race, you are going to a race.)
"Bien, allons au lit." (Right, let's go to bed.) he said once she finished her bottle. Charles walked back quietly to the nursery and placed her back into her crib but then as he began to walk away, she started cying again. "Quel est le problĂšme avec ma princesse maintenant? (What is wrong with my princess now?) he asked softly. "Vous voulez une soirĂ©e pyjama? Une chanson peut-ĂȘtre? Tous les deux? Bien." (Do you want a sleepover? A song? Both? Okay.) He gave up and climbed into the crib, hoping and praying he didn't break it or he would get a hounding from you. " Frere jaques, frere jacques, dormez vous, dormez vous? Sonnez les matines, sonnes les matines. Din, dan, don. Din, dan, don." He hummed. Charles looked down and saw Carolie asleep on his chest. He was now trapped in a crib with his baby. How was he going to get out now? He wasn't so he gave in and just decided to fall asleep. Night one of having a baby in the house would be pretty successful if you ask me.
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lallylysblog · 29 days ago
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Quand maman dans la cabine d'essayage a baissé la culotte pour claquer deux fois le petit derriÚre, ce qi a fait rire la vendeuse : si tu continues, c'est la fessée !
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coovieilledentelle · 4 months ago
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Viens on va faire un tour

Qu'est-ce que tu cherches ? Chut ! Tu vas lui faire peur ! Faire peur Ă  qui ? Je ne peux pas le dire, c'est un secret.. Je sais garder les secrets 
 Bon, d'accord 
 Et bien je cherche l'amour. Ma maman m'a dit qu'il pouvait se cacher partout, derriĂšre un arbre, sous un banc, au bout d'un chemin
 Je peux t'aider Ă  le chercher, ma maman elle dit qu'il faut ĂȘtre deux pour le trouver
💙 đŸ©”
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sobillyboy · 2 months ago
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L'autre jour, j'ai pleurĂ© au bureau parce qu'une maman est venue avec sa fille, qui allait mal et qui avait dĂ©cidĂ© d'arrĂȘter ses Ă©tudes, et elles venaient toutes les deux se renseigner sur les dĂ©marches et les solutions. La maman soutenait tellement sa fille dans cette dĂ©cision d'arrĂȘter, elles avaient l'air rassurĂ©es quand je leur ai parlĂ© de mon parcours et vraiment le soutien de la mĂšre c'Ă©tait fou. Elles ont fermĂ© la porte en partant et j'ai pleurĂ© pleurĂ© pleurĂ© parce que j'ai pensĂ© Ă  la rĂ©action de mes parents quand je leur ai dit la premiĂšre fois que j'arrĂȘtais la fac.
Autant vous dire que c'Ă©tait pas DU TOUT du soutien. Et de voir une maman soutenir autant sa fille eh bah misĂšre ça m'a retournĂ©. Ça fait 11 ans que j'ai arrĂȘtĂ© la premiĂšre fois mes Ă©tudes hein, mais ça va haha, ça m'a pas marquĂ© du tout la rĂ©action de mes parents. ✌
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pitite-xena · 3 months ago
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Tout à l'heure dans le RER j'étais à cÎté d'une mÚre et sa fille. La gamine devait avoir 12 / 13 ans max. Elles étaient face à face chacune sur leur téléphone. Et j'étais si triste pour cette jeune fille...
En 10 min de trajet, elle a essayĂ© d'attirer l'attention de sa maman 5 fois. En lui parlant parfum, maquillage, copine, film et enfin influenceuse. Il n'y a que le dernier sujet qui ait arrachĂ© un mot Ă  la mĂšre. Sinon elle ne levait pas la tĂȘte de son tĂ©lĂ©phone, en train de scroller sur insta et de regarder ses reels (SANS ECOUTEUR EN PLUS).
La gamine lui a demandĂ© si elles pourraient aller au cinĂ©ma juste toutes les deux pour avoir un moment Ă  elles... La maman n'a mĂȘme pas relevĂ©...
PrĂ©fĂ©rer insta Ă  son enfant... Ça me dĂ©passe. AprĂšs les gens s'Ă©tonnent qu'une fois adultes leurs enfants ne viennent plus les voir. Ça me dĂ©passe.
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coolvieilledentelle · 10 months ago
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Viens on va faire un tour...
Qu'est-ce que tu cherches ? Chut ! Tu vas lui faire peur ! Faire peur Ă  qui ? Je ne peux pas le dire, c'est un secret.. Je sais garder les secrets ... Bon, d'accord ... Et bien je cherche l'amour. Ma maman m'a dit qu'il pouvait se cacher partout, derriĂšre un arbre, sous un banc, au bout d'un chemin... Je peux t'aider Ă  le chercher, ma maman elle dit qu'il faut ĂȘtre deux pour le trouver...
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mommywilliamsblogss · 8 months ago
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You dont have to doubt my company and my service with all my post with the sweetest children rooms and the baby stuff have been posting for a while and i want you to know if you are here on tumblr and you have doubting yourself how to get a mommy to take good care of you and make you feel like a new born baby again so you dont have to doubt me or dm me and try to turn me down i hate that if you are really looking for a mommy for a while just text me directly into my dm me i promise to responsed you quickly and if you are far from me just give me your address i will quickly rush to you and take good care of you am available always am all around the country USA,UK,GERMANY,FRANCE,AUSTRALIA,just mention am active and dont forget to reblog mommy loves you all ABDL,SISSYGIRL,SLAVE,BDSM,SISSBOY etc
Du musst nicht an meiner Firma und meinem Service zweifeln, bei all meinen Posts mit den sĂŒĂŸesten Kinderzimmern und dem Babykram, die ich schon seit einiger Zeit poste, und ich möchte, dass du weißt, ob du hier auf Tumblr bist und an dir selbst zweifelst, wie du eine Mami findest, die sich gut um dich kĂŒmmert und dir das GefĂŒhl gibt, wieder wie ein neugeborenes Baby zu sein, also musst du nicht an mir zweifeln oder mir eine DM schicken und versuchen, mich abzuweisen, ich hasse es, wenn du wirklich fĂŒr eine Weile nach einer Mami suchst, schreib mir einfach direkt in meine DM, ich verspreche, dir schnell zu antworten, und wenn du weit weg von mir bist, gib mir einfach deine Adresse, ich werde schnell zu dir eilen und gut auf dich aufpassen, ich bin immer verfĂŒgbar, bin im ganzen Land, USA, Großbritannien, DEUTSCHLAND, FRANKREICH, AUSTRALIEN, erwĂ€hne einfach, dass ich aktiv bin, und vergiss nicht, zu rebloggen, Mami liebt euch alle, ABDL, SISSYGIRL, SLAVE, BDSM, SISSBOY usw
Vous ne devez pas ĂȘtre dans ma sociĂ©tĂ© et mon service deux fois, dans tous mes messages avec le meilleur jardin d'enfants et le bĂ©bĂ©, je suis aussi dans une publication du temps, et je suis le meilleur, du blanc, du hier sur Tumblr et dans votre propre vie. , comme une maman trouvĂ©e, elle a aussi ses tripes et son frĂšre GefĂŒhl gibt, comme un nouveau bĂ©bĂ© Ă  l'intĂ©rieur, il ne faut pas non plus qu'un mir 2weifeln ou un mir DM schicken und versuchen, mich abzuweisen, je l'ai, quand du wirklich fĂŒr un Weile nach einer Mami suchst, schreib mir einfach direkt in my DM, ich verspreche, dir schnell zu antworten, et wenn du weg von mir bist, don mir einfach deine Adresse, ich werde schnell zu dir eilen und gut auf dich aufpassen, je suis immergĂ© dans la vie, dans mon pays, USA, Grande-Bretagne, DEUTSCHLAND, FRANKREICH, AUSTRALIEN, je suis tout seul, je suis actif et je ne vois pas, zu rebloggen, Mami liebt euch alle, ABDL, SISSYGIRL, SLAVE, BDSM , SISSBOY nous
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pompadourpink · 2 years ago
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Les verbes les plus utilisés
Les auxiliaires
Être - to be (je suis une femme, il est avocat, elles sont plus grande que leur soeur, tu es d'accord avec eux)
Avoir - to have (j'ai trente ans depuis septembre, nous avons deux chiens et un chat, on avait du retard ce matin)
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Les verbes communs
Aller - to be about to (je vais manger - I'm about to go eat); to go: à + city or article-free country, au + masc. country/location, à la + fem. location, aux + plural country, en + fem. country or means of transportation (je vais à Paris, à Cuba, au Canada, au café, à la mer, aux Caraïbes, en France, en métro)
Attendre - to wait (j'attends son arrivée - I'm waiting for her arrival); + de: expect from (j'attends des efforts de ta part - I'm expecting you to make efforts)
Avoir l'air - to look/seem: Ăž + adjective (tu as l'air perdu - you look lost), de + infinitive verb (elle a l'air d'ĂȘtre sĂ»re d'elle - she seems confident)
Chercher - to look for (je cherche le chat - I'm looking for the cat); after aller: to get (je vais chercher mon colis - I'm going to get my package); try to remember (je cherche mes mots - "I'm looking for my words")
Comprendre - to understand (tu as tout compris - you got it)
ConnaĂźtre - to be aware of (je connais bien Montpellier - I know Montpellier well, est-ce que tu as connu les pogs? - were you around when pogs were popular?)
Croire - to believe: + Ă  (real) + definite article + noun (je crois au destin - I believe in destiny); + en (trust) (je ne crois pas en Dieu - I don't believe in God)
Demander - to ask: + à, ask if: si, ask for: de (j'ai demandé à mon frÚre de lui demander si elle veut venir - I asked my brother to ask her if she wants to come)
Devenir - to become (tu es devenu un beau jeune homme - you became a handsome young man)
Devoir - to have to, to be supposed to; present must, conditional present should (je dois manger - I have to eat, je devrais manger - I should eat)
Dire - to say to: + Ă  (je le dirai Ă  maman - I will tell mum)
Donner - to give: Ăž + noun, Ă  + person (je donne une pomme Ă  maman - I give an apple to mum)
Ecouter - to listen (j'Ă©coute la pluie - I'm listening to the rain)
Entendre - to hear (j'ai entendu des bruits - I heard some noises)
Essayer - to try: Ăž + noun (je vais essayer une crevette - I'll try a shrimp), de + infinitive verb (il essaie de conduire - he's driving to drive)
Être en train de - to be in the process of (je suis en train de manger - I'm eating)
Faire - to make something happen/have someone do something for you (je fais nettoyer la cuisine par mon frĂšre - I have my brother clean the kitchen); to do/make: Ăž + noun, Ă  + verb (je fais mon lit tous les matins - I make my bed every morning, il fait froid - it's cold, ils font Ă  manger - they're making food)
Faillir - to come close from (j'ai failli tomber - I almost fell)
Falloir - to be necessary to (impersonal verb*): Ăž + verb (il faut partir maintenant - we need to leave now), que + det/noun or pronoun verb (il fallait que tu rentres avant 19h - you were supposed to come home before 7pm)
Finir - to finish, end: Ăž + noun, de + infinitive verb (je finis de manger - I'm finishing my meal); to end up: + par + infinitive verb (j'en ai marre d'attendre, je vais finir par partir - I'm tired of waiting, I'm going to end up leaving)
Laisser - to let something happen, willingly or not (j'ai laissé refroidir mon plat - I let my meal cool down/get cold); to leave (je vais te laisser - I'll leave you alone, laisse-moi tranquille - leave me alone)
Mettre - to put on (clothes, music), up, something somewhere, someone in a situation (je mets mon bonnet - I'm putting my hat on), take an amount of time (j'ai mis trois heures pour venir - it took me three hours to come)
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Parler - to talk to: + Ă  (je parle Ă  maman - I'm talking to mum); to talk about: + de (je parle de l'Ă©cole - I'm talking about school)
Partir - to go in order to (je suis partie chercher mon fils - I went to go get my son); to leave: Ă  + specific destination/organized trip (je pars Ă  Londres ce week-end), for + vague destination/trip, maybe forced (nous partons pour le Mexique en juin); exiting a location: de chez + person (je pars de chez moi maintenant - I'm leaving home now)
Passer - to pop by to do something (passe me chercher Ă  la gare - come pick me up at the station, je vais passer voir ma tante - I'm going to go visit my aunt)
Pouvoir - to be able to (je peux ĂȘtre lĂ  dans dix minutes - I can be there in 10); be likely to/wish to
Prendre - to take: Ăž + noun, Ă  + verb (je prends un biscuit - I'm taking a biscuit, il a pris Ă  manger pour ce midi - he packed food for lunch)
Regarder - to watch/look, oserve (regarde ça - look at that)
Rendre - to give back (je te rendrai ta clé demain - I will give you your key back tomorrow); to change state (ça l'a rendu fou - it made him crazy)
Rester - to remain (je reste calme - I'm keeping my cool); + chez + person or + Ă  + definite article + location: to stay (je reste chez ma cousine jusqu'Ă  lundi - I'll stay at my cousin's until monday)
Savoir - to know about/how to: que + det/noun or pronoun + verb (ils savent que tu es lĂ  - they know that you are here, je sais jouer de la guitare - I can play guitar)
Sortir - to exit (sors de ma chambre - get out of my room); + de: to just have finished something (je sors de table - I just finished my meal)
Tenir - to take/hold (tiens-moi ça - hold this for me); to hold dear (je tiens à toi - I care about you); to hold oneself/resist (tiens-toi droit - stand straight)
Tomber - to fall (over, down, out)/become (je suis tombée malade - I got sick); + sur: come across (je suis tombé sur ta mÚre - I ran into your mother)
Trouver - to find, come across, get (something you've been looking for), come up with, have the opinion that (je trouve sa robe jolie - I find her dress pretty)
Venir - to come in order to: + pour + infinitive verb (je suis venu pour aider - I came to help); + de: just did something (je viens de rentrer - I just got home) or from (je viens de Paris - I'm from Paris)
Voir - to see: que + det/noun or pronoun + verb (je vois que tu es déjà levé - I see that you're already up), à + appearence + that det/noun or pronoun + verb (il a vu à ton expression que ça n'allait pas - from your expression he could tell something was wrong)
Vouloir - to want to: Ăž + infinitive verb (je veux m'en aller - I want to go), partitive + noun (je veux du calme - I want some peace and quiet), que + det/noun or pronoun + verb (je veux que tu t'en ailles - I want you to leave)
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Les verbes pronominaux
S'appeler - to be called (je m'appelle Rose - my name is Rose)
S'attendre Ă  - to expect (tu t'attends au pire - you expect the worst)
Se demander - to wonder (ils se demandent oĂč on va - they're wondering where we're going)
Se dĂ©pĂȘcher - to hurry (dĂ©pĂȘche-toi ! - hurry up!)
Se douter - to be suspicious of (je me doutais que tu serais en retard - I was pretty certain that you would be late)
S'excuser (de) - to apologize (je m'excuse de mon retard - I'm sorry for being late)
Se faire - to have something being done to you; passive form of faire + infinitive (je me suis fait virer par mon chef - I got fired by my boss)
Se lever/se coucher - to get up/go to bed (il se lĂšve Ă  7h - he gets up at 7)
Se mettre - to start to (mets-toi en pyjama - start putting your pyjamas on)
Se mettre Ă  - to start doing something (je me mets Ă  manger - I'm starting to eat)
Se passer - to happen (qu'est-ce qu'il se passe ? - what's happening?)
Se rendre - to go somewhere (je me rends Ă  la gare - I'm going to the station)
Se rendre compte + de + infinitive or + que + conjugated verb - to realise (tu te rends compte qu'il est encore en retard ? - do you realise he's late again?)
Se retourner - to turn around (Orphée s'est retourné - Orpheus turned around)
Se sentir - to feel a certain way inside (je me sens vide - I feel empty)
Se tourner - to turn toward (il s'est tourné vers sa mÚre - he turned to his mother)
Se tromper - to make a mistake (je me suis trompé de clé - I got the wrong key)
Se trouver - to find oneself (je me trouve belle aujourd'hui - I find myself pretty today, vous vous trouvez devant le magasin - they are standing in front of the shop)
S'occuper de - to take care of (elle s'occupe de lui - she's taking care of him)
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Les verbes modaux
Can - present pouvoir (tu peux partir maintenant - you can leave now)*
Could/May/Might - imperfect pouvoir (tu pourrais partir - you could leave)
Have to - present impersonal verb falloir + infinitive or que + subjunctive (il faut que tu partes - it is necessary that you leave)
Must - present devoir (tu dois partir - you must leave)
Ought to - present conditional impersonal verb falloir + infinitive or que + subjunctive (Il faudrait que tu partes - You ought to leave)
Shall/Will - simple future second verb (tu partiras ce soir - you will leave tonight)
Should - present conditional devoir (tu devrais partir - you should leave)
Would - present conditional second verb(j'aimerais partir - I would like to leave)
*this verb typically means being able to: "I can't speak French" would be translated as "I don't speak French" or "I don't know how to speak French", using pouvoir means you are physically unable to do so ie I can't run because my leg is broken.
While auxiliary verbs are the first half of compound tenses and moods, semi-auxiliary verbs are used with another verb left in the present infinitive form to express an influence of their meaning, tense, mood, or aspect - some are the equivalent of modal verbs, others are simply verbs of perception. When not followed by an infinitive verb, those are not considered semi-auxiliary anymore.
Stative verbs (to be, to remain, to feel) express a state rather than an action. They usually relate to thoughts, emotions, relationships, senses, states of being and measurements and cannot be used as the introduction of a gerund (je rentre en marchant but je suis en marchant*).
Impersonal verbs can only be conjugated in the masculine form of the third person singular: il doesn't refer to a person (il pleut - it's raining).
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uneessencesensible · 7 months ago
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J'ai cherchĂ© dans mon tĂ©lĂ©phone, ce qu'il me reste de toi. Tout est sur l'ordinateur et je n'ai pas le coeur d'aller regarder tes 1.300 photos. Moi, qui pensait atteindre les 2.000 photos de toi. Tu Ă©tais tout le temps collĂ© Ă  moi, dans des positions plus qu'improbable. Maman disait toujours que tu Ă©tais sans cesse avec moi et qu'elle ne se demandait plus oĂč tu Ă©tais, quand j'Ă©tais Ă  la maison. Je ne m'en rendais pas compte. Pourtant, c'Ă©tait vĂ©ridique.
J'ai cherchĂ© pour ta grande sƓur, mais je n'ai plus de photos d'elle sur moi. Je devrais en mettre quelques unes. Les plus belles. Je devrais me crĂ©er un dossier "Mes plus belles Ă©toiles" et le garder pour toutes ces fois oĂč je ressens le besoin de revoir vos bouilles.
J'ai encore le coeur en miette ce soir, parce que vous me manquez, toi et Cao. Demain, je vais voir le tatoueur pour poser une date. Je vous ai dessiné, tous les deux, cÎté à cÎté. Comme à l'époque. J'ai besoin de le mettre sur ma peau, encore une fois. Vos initiales ne me suffisent plus. Le chat ailé tatoué deux jours aprÚs ton départ ne me suffit plus.
Ça fait 13 ans que je n'accepte pas les conditions dans lesquels est partie Cao. Mais j'accepte encore moins la tienne. Je n'ai pas pu te dire au revoir, comme j'ai pu le faire pour ta soeur, mĂȘme si je n'y Ă©tais pas prĂ©parĂ©e. Et ça, ça pĂšse lourd sur mon coeur. Beaucoup trop lourd.
En Ă©crivant, je pense Ă  quelque chose. J'ai fait une crĂ©ation en ton nom Ă  maman, car je sais ĂŽ combien tu lui manques. Mais je vais m'en faire une Ă©galement, avec Cao. Ca sera mon lieu de recueillement, lĂ  oĂč je pourrais vous parler, penser Ă  vous (mĂȘme si je n'ai pas besoin de ça), ou juste libĂ©rer ma peine.
La douleur de votre dĂ©part ne part pas, je m'y habitue. Vous Ă©tiez mes meilleurs amis, vous l'ĂȘtes toujours. Dans mon coeur, vous avez toujours la mĂȘme place. Personne ne vous remplace.
Il n'est pas vous et pourtant, Pin's est aussi calin, aussi joueur. Il me colle, oĂč que j'aille. Il adore dormir dans mes vĂȘtements, dans mes sacs, dans mes cartons. Comme vous. Il adore venir sur le bureau, se frotter Ă  moi. Il ronronne fort et il veille sur moi quand je vais mal. Comme vous. La relĂšve est assurĂ©e et je ferai tout pour qu'il soit aussi heureux que vous. Je veillerai sur lui, comme j'ai veillĂ© sur vous.
Mes meilleurs amis.
Cao, Loustik, Pin's.
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raisongardee · 4 months ago
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"Mais faut pas oublier l’Elite ! Elle existe ! Bordel ! Elle existe ! D’oĂč qu’elle vient celle-là ? Elle vient de son village de mĂȘme. Elle arrive Ă  se faire consacrer
 Humer l’atmosphĂšre parisienne
 la sophistication des choses, l’astuce, l’entendu raffiné  l’élĂ©gance qui s’improvise pas
 Comment c’est la consĂ©cration ? C’est la maĂźtrise de faire : peutt ! peutt !... C’est pas si simple que ça a l’air
 C’est toute une carriĂšre, des Ă©preuves
 Faut d’abord aller Ă  l’école. Sauter dans le bachot
 La navigation commence !... Passer les Ă©liminatoires
 S’y reconnaĂźtre en gĂ©ographie
 en algĂšbre
 en agronomie
 se faire injecter les Pandectes
 La Science Politique
 Apprendre au poil l’Histoire de France bien juive et maçonne et pourrie, bien faisandĂ©e, bien contrefaite
 Sortir de tout ça licencié  DĂ©jĂ  bien vache en petites lumiĂšres, babillard du pour et du contre
 Le rudiment de la muflerie
 le scepticisme Ă©lĂ©mentaire
 le cƓur dĂ©jĂ  pas trĂšs vaillant de race Ă©pargnante et salope, se le racornir encore un peu
 se le ratatiner forme bourse qu’il tinte vraiment plus que pour les sous
 grĂące Ă  l’instruction frigidante, rationnelle et papyracĂ©e
 Voici l’adolescent d’élite au point pour les cent mille profits, bien dĂ©fendu contre sa jeunesse, contre les emballements de son Ăąge
 ayant bien retenu la morale de papa-maman
 l’horreur des spontanĂ©itĂ©s
 le dĂ©shonneur du sacrifice
 Voici l’adolescent d’élite Ă  point pour les cent mille profits
 petit wagon pommes premiĂšre classe
 villageois snob montaignisé  cent fois plus avide que son pĂšre qu’était pourtant un fameux crabe
 qui laissait pas grand’chose sur l’os
 Voici fiston reniflant la ville
 Dents longues, ficelle, yeux faux-fuyants. Il va entrer dans les relations, il va frĂ©quenter les salons, la Loge des "Hirsutes rĂ©unis" (affiliĂ©e Brith-Brith), deux, trois bars en vogue. C’est lancé ! LĂ  alors c’est du vrai peutt ! peutt !"
Louis-Ferdinand CĂ©line, Les beaux draps, 1941.
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valentine1994 · 9 months ago
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Dispute avec mon copain hier, qui a finie par moi faisant mon sac et claquant la porte Ă  1h du matin. Deux jours avant qu'on soit sensĂ©s signer un contrat pour un appartement ensemble. Ça m'a pris 2 minutes, je pouvais pas faire autrement. J'avais dit "J'ai envie de rentrer chez moi", Ă  quoi il avait rĂ©pondu "Fais-le alors, mais saches que je t'arrĂȘterai pas et que j'appĂšlerai pas." Alors j'ai bondis hors du lit - il faut protĂ©ger sa fiertĂ©... Le seul truc qui aurait pu m'arrĂȘter c'est le fait que j'avais dĂ©jĂ  pris ma dose de mĂ©latonine. Bref, je me retrouve Ă  sangloter sur la route, avec mon petit sac sur le dos. Je voyais des couples qui sortaient de leurs Ubers et rentraient chez eux main dans la main, tous beaux. Moi je faisais peur, je le sais parce que j'ai vu mon reflet dans le miroir de l'ascenseur. J'Ă©tais plus en colĂšre contre moi-mĂȘme que contre lui. C'est ça le plus douloureux dans l'histoire. Des disputes on en a eues, mais cette fois-ci le coupable est Ă  l'intĂ©rieur de moi, c'est mon anxiĂ©tĂ© sociale et la façon dont elle me paralyse, me gĂąche la vie. C'est elle qui est responsable du petit drame d'hier.
Ça a commencĂ© par une soirĂ©e Monopoly avec ses soeurs. Ça rend la dispute presque drĂŽle. À chaque fois que je rencontre sa famille je suis paralysĂ©e par l'angoisse, et le fait de parler suĂ©dois avec eux arrange pas les choses. Les mots sortent pas, je suis silencieuse et m'en veux d'ĂȘtre silencieuse. Je me force Ă  parler et tout ce que je dis est maladroit, les larmes me montent aux yeux, je veux rentrer chez moi, respirer Ă  nouveau. Bref, hier ça avait malgrĂ© tout bien commencĂ©, mĂȘme si j'Ă©tais fatiguĂ©e aprĂšs une journĂ©e de boulot. Ça a mal tournĂ© quand elles ont mis de la techno, montĂ© le son et se sont mises Ă  danser autour du Monopoly. LĂ  mon corps tout entier s'est paralysĂ© et j'ai fixĂ© le plateau de jeu pendant ce qui m'a semblĂ© ĂȘtre une Ă©ternitĂ©. Dans la voiture sur la route du retour mon copain m'a Ă  peine adressĂ© la parole et la paranoia a commencĂ© Ă  faire son petit bonhomme de chemin dans ma tĂȘte. Je pouvais rien dire parce que sa soeur Ă©tait dans la voiture avec nous. Mais je savais qu'il trouvait que j'avais Ă©tĂ© dĂ©sagrĂ©able avec ses soeurs. C'est super important pour lui que ça se passe bien avec ses amis et sa famille, que je sois intĂ©grĂ©e.
"L'intĂ©gration", le concept autour duquel ma vie tourne depuis que je suis arrivĂ©e en SuĂšde. J'ai essayĂ© de m'intĂ©grer dans ma coloc, au boulot, Ă  l'universitĂ©, avec sa famille et ses amis. J'essaie de parfaire mon suĂ©dois Ă  cĂŽtĂ© des Ă©tudes et du boulot, je m'adapte, je regarde personne au supermarchĂ© et je dis pas "bonne journĂ©e au revoir" Ă  la caisse du supermarchĂ©. Je dis juste "merci" comme tout le monde et je me casse. Je coupe plus la parole, j'attends mon tour pour parler et quand je le fais je regarde tout le monde dans le groupe. J'ai des opinions modĂ©rĂ©es. Je me place Ă  un mĂštre de distance des autres quand je fais la queue et je marche jamais sur les pistes cyclables. J'ai perdu mes couleurs, et pour rĂ©gler ça je suis une thĂ©rapie cognitivo-comportementale dans un CMP suĂ©dois. Je paie 200€ par mois pour faire du yoga avec des jeunes mamans qui travaillent dans le domaine de la culture et adorent la France, c'est Ă  dire Aix-en-Provence et Paris. Mais hier j'ai fais l'erreur d'ĂȘtre silencieuse Ă  la table du Monopoly, et maintenant mon copain est inquiet, il se demande si je rĂ©ussirai un jour Ă  m'intĂ©grer.
Hier il m'a demandĂ© de prendre mes responsabilitĂ©s. Je sais pas si c'est le fait d'avoir fait l'armĂ©e, d'ĂȘtre capricorne ou tout simplement suĂ©dois qui le fait dire ça. Peut-ĂȘtre un mĂ©lange des trois. Selon lui, il faut avoir besoin de personne dans la vie. Il vis pourtant Ă  10 minutes de chez ses parents et a un papa qui est allĂ© le chercher chez le mĂ©decin la semaine derniĂšre, avant de lui faire des courses. Tous ses amis sont des amis d'enfance sur qui il pourra compter toute sa vie. Ce que je veux dire c'est qu'il a un filet de sĂ©curitĂ© immense en dessous de lui. Et maintenant je vais comparer sa situation avec la mienne, je sais que je devrais pas comparer mais je vais le faire. Je suis partie Ă  l'Ă©tranger toute seule et ai rĂ©ussi Ă  m'en sortir toute seule et la semaine derniĂšre je devais noter le numĂ©ro de tĂ©lĂ©phone d'une personne de confiance quelque part, et j'avais que lui. Hier quand je faisais ma petite crise d'angoisse silencieuse devant le Monopoly j'attendais juste une main sur mon Ă©paule, parce que je sais qu'il a vu. Mais j'ai eu que du silence en retour, et dans le lit il Ă©tait presque collĂ© contre le mur pour ĂȘtre trÚÚÚÚs loin de moi. Il est presque midi et je sais qu'il appĂšlera pas aujourd'hui, et demain on doit signer le contrat. Ou plutĂŽt, il doit signer le contrat parce qu'ici c'est pas mon pays.
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