Chop chop sharp boy. It’s been 64 years today since the end of the second world war. Let’s celebrate, karaoke, ok. Korean style.
8:30pm let’s meet and let Min-Sik sing for a while. You, larynx Creep! There was Billy Jean etc baby, you sing it like you can, until the clock says stop. Top notch venue. Let have something to eat, ok: Karaoke. Korean style. We’ll share a soup shall we not, asks Min-Sik. Why do you ask?
Clock says stop and we all end up in Boulogne, Boulouloubi would say Marwan, on the balcony of a first floor flat looking into a dark neat night. So what did you say about your holiday in Baly? So what did you say about South Africa? I sing it like I can. And it all disapears in the wind like a puff of smoke. We ride back to our houses sliding on the thick grey ribbon, we fall back suddenly into our lives. Doesn’t it feel great?
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