MONO in Paris 
Christine
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The day before the day the MONO arrived in Chatillon was dreadful.
It had been raining all day, she had lost her Visa card, she had played
Loto with her 1O francs left, and lost, and went to bed at 8 PM after
swallowing two Pink-Flamingos. Despite the effect of the cyberdelic pills,
her dreams had turned into doomish nightmares.
The next morning the sun and the MONO were there. In the garden.
She considered the MONO from two meters far, for a while; then she had
breakfast at one meter. When she came closer to him to tell him how
dreadful was the day before he arrived, she started feeling better.
La journ