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As for me ...
I was born in a small village in the north of France. My father was an engineer, he worked in the factory nearby. My "adventure" happened when I was 6 years old. I am sure of the timing because when I was 7 years old my family moved to the south of France. So my family lived in the housing attached to the factory. The place was quite large, there was a vegetable garden and also a pen for the cock and some hens. There was a gardener who took care of the garden and for the yard. One day by some hazard I observed the cock riding on one hen. I asked the gardener what happens. The gardener said that the cock is to lazy so he rides on the hens. But I understood immediately that it was a lie. After that it was the same as all of us. |
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