Tag: milou stories
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Chapter 2
Monsieur Lambert Rousseau, of the Rousseau Estate in Avignon [PART ONE IS HERE] “Qu’est-ce que c’est?” I fumbled with the telegram. “Your presence is requested at the Police Station, 9 Rue de la Canard, Paris, to contest the character of a Milou Sur La… Table.” Oh for heavens sake! I pinched the paper with great…
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I used to buy my paper from Milou every day on my way to private finishing school because it made me feel like an adult. I eventually entered a local college and later followed my father into business. He was still there though, pitching papers and herding the younger boys, running around Paris barefoot. As…