Eleven o’clock this Sunday morning. Frimousse went out by himself. He’s walked very slowly in his garden and then laid down by his small fir-tree.
11 o’clock this morning
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One more, or one less day?
At this beginning of the afternoon, at the far end of his garden, near the raspberry bushes. Frimousse alive!. But the stairs are difficult to climb.
Here is the place that he likes at the moment. It is there that he sleeps at night. And it is the place that Tigri liked during the days that preceded his death.
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