Way to morgue
By Colin and Hugo
Mai 2014 – Collège Immaculée Conception
My name is Jennifer Rebecca Kelly but you can call me
Bouboule, it is the nickname a French friend gave me, because
I am very short and fat.
Our first meeting took place at his...
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Way to morgue
By Colin and Hugo
Mai 2014 – Collège Immaculée Conception
My name is Jennifer Rebecca Kelly but you can call me
Bouboule, it is the nickname a French friend gave me, because
I am very short and fat.
Our first meeting took place at his house or rather his
apartment, on the ground floor during a physiotherapy session.
He had made an appointment with me on my Facebook page.
Oh! I have forgotten to say I work as a physiotherapist …
His eyes where wonderful and his face was so beautiful that
angels fell when you looked at him. My life without him
didn’t have any meaning: like chips without ketchup.
Our story could be perfect but we had a problem: my husband,
Michel _ I called him Jean-Mich-Mich_.
My husband was a robust and straight man, because his father
was a military who died a long time ago and his mother was a
bodyguard for a rich man. He beat me all the time at home;
because I didn’t want to do the washing-up. My hands are
sensitive to washing-up liqu
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