This night, Christophe C, one of the theater's technician, is dead.Rico killed him.They were both, without any harness, busy taking down projectors on the set and Rico thought it would be a good idea to take his pants off. Then Christophe fell.
Shit, I told myself, and Claude says the same with a dazzled look on his face. It so happened that Christophe's head detached itself from his body. I say "surely he's dead". And I wake up.
Shit, I told myself, and Claude says the same with a dazzled look on his face. It so happened that Christophe's head detached itself from his body. I say "surely he's dead". And I wake up.
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