"...Paul Poirier had a sort of smile as he murmured Madison, always twice, like the postman. Then, on this last bad pun, he fixed the image of his Fairy behind his eyes, then turned the switch in his brain to turn off the light and everything stopped definitively.
 At the same moment, in a plane that was heading east, towards France, somewhere above the Ocean, a beautiful young woman with blue eyes the color of a northern lake felt her heart fill with the inhuman cold of the cosmos. She knew that she had lost forever a valiant knight to whom she had given her pure heart. She saw again, at the moment when Paul expired, this man she had met in 1998 in front of an old-fashioned shop in Oklahoma and who had waited for her in vain for a whole life.
 Her eyes the color of Norwegian lakes filled with tears, she gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, she would have liked to tell him that she was coming to settle permanently in France.
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