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2024-10-29 19:42:56Now that the house was much cozier and too clean, Adelard felt utter happiness. Looking at his reflection, in the small bathroom, which had a few buckets and nothing else, he adjusted his hair and looked at his dark green jacket. Remembering that this was the suit he always wore to greet important guests in his office, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His past no longer mattered. He was no longer sad. He didn't care anymore. Suddenly, the whole past became a simple movie. Leaving the bathroom, he took Armand in his arms and checked the plate of food that was for Orion. Closing the door behind him, he looked around and a smile appeared on his beautiful face. "What a beautiful evening. Look, it's Moon. Isn't it beautiful?" he asked Armand and the child made a sound in response and then laughed. Slowly heading toward Bernadette's house, he inhaled the cool air. And with each exhale, he opened his eyes wider to see all the beauty of the place. "If I were an artist, I would alw
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