Louis Sarkozy, Napo Baby – Liberation

He gives « Dear madam, very honored », Includes as a well -raised boy, nickel smile, stored in fine pearls, pectorals swollen in the immaculate shirt. And from the outset, a right: «  »Libertyall the same, what a wokist tea tree… ” Never read, he admits, little embarrassed but curious to learn that the newspaper counts, within it, Philippe Lançon, the goldsmith of Flapsurvivor of the massacre of Charlie Hebdo :: « Ah, Charlie, I love, fundamental in French culture.It is 3 pm, he did not have lunch, order: coca, club-sandwich, fries, finely golden in this hotel bar near Etoile. « Damn, I have the slab », He stretches, the naughty blue eye ensuring, if the journalist is stupid, that the ambitious allusion is understood.

What a collector’s heir! Louis Sarkozy enters the scene when his father disappears, electronic bracelet at the foot. He adds it, keeps paying tribute to him, it is even more cruel. No doubt he does not see him. He is in his trip. He is 28 years old. He wants to eat everything. He has the distinction of his mother, Cécilia. But he is the son of Nicolas, also cheeky, emotional, animal, all the same, the thigh which piles under the table and the verb gris of quotes, from Marc Aurèle to Zweig, « This genius who depressed me ». His right is more full -bodied. He wants to reduce the deficit to the ax, transform France « In assimilating machine »refer rented foreigners, and delinquents to the