I'm writing these lines on July the 14th, 1711. Seventy-eight years from today, an angry mob of thousand furious Parisians will storm a city prison defended by a fistful of old men. The attackers will loose a hundred men, kill seven and free all the poor, poor, oppressed prisoners - four forgers, two madmen and one deviant aristrocat.
Yay.
I understand that in your time, it's still a public holiday in France. Excuse me if I find this somewhat peculiar.

Yay.
I understand that in your time, it's still a public holiday in France. Excuse me if I find this somewhat peculiar.

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spleen:
Je vous aime ! 

olliver:
C'est aussi en partie l'issue de ce jour mouvement que votre ligne cessa de rgner... 
