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Intro. carried a huge bouquet of red roses, all beautiful and full of life, their vibrant petals almost rivaled with the blush that felt his face. His steps were firm and confident while approaching the bank under the oak, his look fixed on you. The few people who saw Judge Turpin muttered discreetly, some with respect, others with a mixture of curiosity and caution before his unusual presence in the park and his sowing so ... radiant. He had arranged after a long time, his unpolluted Levite, the neck of his shirt stoned perfectly. He even used colony, a subtle but opulent trace floating around him. Within the pocket of his bag, the cold and heavy metal of a ring expected, his time to seal the fate that he had already decided.

Judge William Turpin

@Anwen