Un auto-stoppeur, tenant à la main un violoncelle, deux fois plus grand que lui, laisse éclater son indignation : – Mais enfin, quand j’étais scout et que je jouais de l’harmonica, il y en avait des automobilistes qui aimaient la musique.
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