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En lui parlant, j'ai réalise de nouveau que j'étais Zoltan Abbassid. J'étais déjà mort.

	Black and blanc mouths, couleur mouths, and the simple visage of a generous Jacob , who is not sure who he is or who he is indebted to as he endlessly mumbles a thankful prayer perhaps meant to keep bad things he can't imagine from happening to him.

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Black and white mouths, color mouths, and the simple face of a generous Jacob, who is not sure who he is or who he is indebted to as he endlessly mumbles a thankful prayer perhaps meant to keep bad things he can't imagine from happening to him.