Francis turns in his bed, before on the right, then on the left.
FUCK IT J'AI CHAUD.
He uncovers himself and try to sleep again.
... nothing, merde.
He gets up and opens the window, standing there and looking out.
Even if I counts the sheeps, I don't think I'll fall asleep.
Sighs and returns in the bed, trying to relax with his eyes closed.
I wonder how
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