Lo with her father at the bar of my parents.
We played checkers, a gift from my 9 years. Can we fall in love at this age? A condition Bound us, we made a game I Remembers the taste of her kisses. What we had in chorus, in hidden places. I went to school to my dismay. We had 15 when I could see her again.
Lolita… Une gamine précoce.
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