L’Uber. #etudiant

Dio, the author of the plot, Tarage of Tondodo, a samedi who would have taken care of it. But his student didn't know the word. He would have been blind before he fell into the uniform. Jogun is fatigued and cuts off the plane. You descend and take care of your bike by opening the plot when you are drunk. 11 hours before the metro station, with the associates, everyone waiting for the same son who decides to come on the day. The topic reaches Pepe Tricaine, 3 km for 3 euros. Ridiculous, almost insulting. But accept it anyway because it was refused, it lost so much time. Before the show, we had to wait without a word, as if it were already too much. 20 minutes of non-payee pass, then the command arrives at the end, cold as their look, and you're gone. On the road, you step under the wall, and the clock is ticking for 4.20 minutes. The guidance of Jelle Lecule, during the night of Jean-Broule, has already started to grow. As long as your body is still alive in front of the furniture, the view in the Interphone is extreme. 5th floor, first floor. You go up, the door is open, it's cold, let's go faster. Then it closes without a simple thank you. 20 hours, you decide to check what the day is about to leave. 0 euros for a box to fit, you want to crack, but you don't have time to think. Minuit, you're going to fall asleep, your body is still wet. You count what you won, and you understand that you're especially lost. Lying on your bed, you scroll on TikTok. At the end of 2 hours, you look at the screen sets, reflect from time to time, you go down for a room worth of your time. Tomorrow the pink sun will be back, it will still have to go. And you have to pass, it will have to go.