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[marie_sego]

Sarko, you disgusting piece of repulsive slime.

I knew you hated me and feared me because I'm going to beat you to a small bleeding pulp come the next elections, but even you should be above breaking into my flat to rummage in my sock drawer. And don't begin to tell me you had minions do it - this had your fingerprints all over it. Who else would

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[dominiquelechic]

*pauses* He stole your clarinet?

Unusual theft for Nicolas, but did I not warn you time and time again that when you answer the door to your postman, Sarkozy can hop out and invade your house unbeknownst to you?

[marie_sego]

I don't have a clarinet.

[dominiquelechic]

Alors, I suppose you don't anymore, if Nicolas stole it for some perverted reason known only to himself.

[marie_sego]

Do I want to know the reasons of this new clarinet obsession of yours?

[sarko_le_grand]

Are you sure you didn't just stage the break-in yourself? It got you more attention than your manifesto.

As for your arrival in the Elysée, perhaps you should remember the example of Hillary Clinton. She thought she'd be moving into the White House in January, and look what happened to her.

[marie_sego]

I do not belong to that kind of politics!

The problem with Ms. Clinton was that she was riding her husband's coattails. Whereas Hollande keeps trying to ride mine.