Bon Voyage Page #6

That's not a big problem.|the problem is that

You want to count the|number of writers by seats

The number is not so large

Hey, Ben, many people seem to be like that

There

The car can't move

They know everything.|the Soulac boat, they are famous for all

Even the professor's name

what they?

Police

They are the German

Ah!

And still more and more

Gib air

So bad

The tyres are locked-in.|we have to use another and

Drive more slowly

I think in this way, it can run

They are there. Come on!

Hey, there!

Ah!

Softly, softly

Is it? Yes

Ok. Good

It let you get closely

wonderful!

Ok,well, my little Camille

wo will speak agai

In everyday

I hope

why don't you come with us?

And you will leave without us?

Yes.

But you... Have you decided?

Now

But I can't. It's impossible.|I have my life here.

what life?

what?|you want to go to England?

whatever

Some day I will leave

Bye Camille

Hey!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

You think you were in Nice?

For the old lady in this city?

No

In Paris, you will see|that life will start again

Do you believe it?

well, trust me

Hey!

Don't be scared

Long live victory!

Container, Alex

where are you from? Cabernet, please

Viviane

wait

Soldier

No, not here, you are reading it

I wrote it for Mr. Girard

Have you seen it?

Professor? Monday in Cambridge

In his lab

He is the first time to...|what did you send back to France?

You own your...

what is this?

Next to Chartres?

How did you know this?

I know it.

Hmm...

How long will you be there?

No

Should I restart bientt?

Did you add the time?

No

What a pity

Anyway, I still have your manuscript

If you want it I can...

You don't hand it over

Paper, please

Sir! wait a moment

Miss!

Door!

I rely on you. I don't tell anything to him.

Trust me. No.

If, if he learn it,|he will consider that you betrayed him

No, he really knows that|I am a good friend of his

where are we? He is detected

Somebody hide him in his office

He was admitted. Good, it's him

All will be planed.|I think he will be happy

He has no blessedness there

Because those fright of love

Someone was scared

For those people who were in prison

Their hearts

But

do it yourselves

for delicate and

It's your foretell

for a far sail

for a return ticket

for one thousand kilometers

You

Maybe including me

Have no luggage for this sail

Only have a return ticket

An alone trip

A love!

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