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Emanuel;

When I am angry or upset, I like to walk.

On this day, I was very upset; I walked and walked, out of my small city of Bordeaux, past the fancy houses with their neat gardens, until I was in the nature. I like the nature, when there are trees and things I am more relaxed.

I wandered off the road into a field. It was getting late and cold, and my anger was also cooling now. Perhaps I should have been worried, as I had no money with me and only a light jacket, but I was never the kind of girl to worry about practical things.

I was surprised to see a man sitting under a tree. In France, people [other than me] didn't normally sit in fields under trees, they sat in nice café's and drank wine.

"Bon jour" I said.

He looked up, surprised to see another person in this lonely place off the road. He was an older man, grey and round. His eyes were red and there were tears flowing down his cheeks. This was the most surprising of all; a well dressed middle aged man had been sitting here all alone, crying like a girl. ...

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