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Initially, it is rather laborious as running, since we talk a little about yourself and your motivations to complete a profile page. Let me explain: on Facebook, you are visible to other users with contact information (name, first name or nickname absurd), and especially with your profile, which, like a curriculum vitae makes it possible to get an idea of ​​your personality in less than five minutes.

 

"'''Sophie Meurinier''', 26, administrative assistant of an enterprise of medical implants. '''Education''': School Business Management, College Jean Rollin Trappes, Richard Kern High School de Clichy. '''My favorite bands''': Coldplay, Franz Ferdinand, Baby Shambles. '''My passions''': roller-skating, piano, tennis. '''Sophie is now''': play Sims 3."

Yes, I do not know if I mentioned - it is important for the future, since people will start to death - the essence of this site is the messaging that allows communicate with his "friends" or even with strangers, and especially the search engine that allows to (re) make contact with old friends, old boyfriends, former teachers ...

 

 

I used Facebook as I used my work email box: a quick visit from time to time to keep me informed of the latest gossip. I received frequent requests ("Would you be friends with Jacky, 42, Paris, seeking the love?") Which I did not answer. I was very tired of these pathetic frequent messages ("Mickael is part of sexual liberation and sodomy, will join you?") That I delete without reading.

I never saw my "new" old friends in real life, but this virtual link enriched my daily life a little moody.

 

 

For several days, I sent messages to Carolina for its new, without getting any answers.

I do my grieving, too bad. I go to Biarritz for a few days to do some ironing, I recontacted my return. Kiss. Jean-Charles. //

 

 

I contacted Fatima, Caro, who knew at least as well as me.

I had no immediate response, and tried to contact Fatima. She either did not answer. I went to bed after locking my apartment with a double turn, captured by a anxiety unexpected.

 

 

// Hello Sophie!

// HELLO SOSO SOSO MY DEAR DEAR MA MA MA SWEETY SWEETY LOL LOL LOL IT'S ME YOUR GIRLFRIEND CAROCARO YA YA FRIENFRIENDFRIEND HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ROFLMAO LOLOLOLOLOLOL ROFLROFLROFLROFL A ? N ? S ? WER ME BUT WHERE IS S FATIMA FATIMA FATIMA FATIMA DRAG LOLOLOLO FATIMA FATIMA BITCH //

 

 

I did not go to work that day or the following. The stresses of Caro stopped abruptly. I stayed at my computer, waiting for news of Jean-Charles or Fatima, and when they reached me, they were also disturbing that I had imagined.

/ JC. This is Sophie. Meet me at home as soon as possible, 7 rue shoemakers, 12 th district. STP, very important question of life or death. Quickly. /

 

 

A few hours later, Jean-Charles rang at the door of my apartment. I opened immediately without being suspicious, and although I had not seen in years, I knew right after you brought it was not the Jean-Charles I knew. No, it was not him. The evidence, it was a gun and had a prosthetic leg that made him limp, which was incompatible with his hobby displayed, the surfing.

- Will you obey me, kind of a bitch, or will you resist me? Believe me, I would prefer the second option, but I'm in a hurry. Last chance for you to die quickly, hurry up and make your decision.

 

 

Sophie''''''''has sent you an invitation to be his friend (s) on Facebook.'''''

Sophie //

 

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