On Saturday I show him: coldest day of year in afternoon I make cough on one cylinder, then no cylinder at all. "Who you call bi-cylindre now?" I say him.
He go get trailer and proper flash Xantia estate (only 450 000 kms clock), then blow in breathe bag for pock-face gendarme next to church while he winch me on. Gendarme he not smile because just zero reading. He just say "attrapez le tube" and leave propriétaire plastic pipe, which propriétaire put on big parcel shelf of Charlotte while he think some smartarse use for bit of disposable breathe-tube. I give him one idea or two. .
We laughing and me and propriétaire friends again.
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