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Name:	Schwicky
Date:	2001-11-30 23:37:04
Subject:	Re: Don Juan Pedro
	Ben ça remonte à la 4eme. Mon ami Michael qui était avec moi en Seconde avant de partir pour Crest a eu une idée en Cours d'Espagnol, alors qu'on étudiait un texte de Cervantes du Don Quijotte de m'appeler Don Juan Pedro de la Mancha.... Et puis plus tard ça c'est complété à Don Juan Pedro de la Mancha y García.... Voilà. C'Est un surnom que je porte depuis relativement longtemps mais qui est peu utilisé... Mais des fois ça me donne envie et je me dis, allez, tu vas faire un peu de pub....

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We were young and our happiness dazzled us with its strength. But there was
also a terrible betrayal that lay within me like a Merle Haggard song at a
French restaurant. [...]
I could not tell the girl about the woman of the tollway, of her milk
white BMW and her Jordache smile. There had been a fight. I had punched her
boyfriend, who fought the mechanical bulls. Everyone told him, "You ride the
bull, senor. You do not fight it." But he was lean and tough like a bad
rib-eye and he fought the bull. And then he fought me. And when we finished
there were no winners, just men doing what men must do. [...]
"Stop the car," the girl said.
There was a look of terrible sadness in her eyes. She knew about the
woman of the tollway. I knew not how. I started to speak, but she raised an
arm and spoke with a quiet and peace I will never forget.
"I do not ask for whom's the tollway belle," she said, "the tollway
belle's for thee."
The next morning our youth was a memory, and our happiness was a lie.
Life is like a bad margarita with good tequila, I thought as I poured whiskey
onto my granola and faced a new day.
Peter Applebome, International Imitation Hemingway
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