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There is little space left in the store window. A plaster bust of a woman, hundreds of photos, trophies… Going through the tobacconist’s door is like taking a trip back in time. The sign bears the name of the avenue in which it is installed. Saint Jerome. The patron saint of archivists who has become the guardian of the district’s secrets. The master of the place is called Serge Bony. The ruler of a kingdom of fifteen square meters at most, shaped over the years and stories. Behind his badly varnished rustic wooden counter, the upper lip pulled up like a blind, stands the antithesis of a piss-cold. The nice face, the little joke that goes well and the magic happens: Serge Bony charms the customers who enter his world. A universe made up of
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