It was four in the morning on an ordinary Thursday in France.
It was the 9th of March, a busy day for the members of AQuinn.
— Is this right? Am I dreaming?
— Did the gods answer my prayers?
— This is happening! It's not a drill! This is happening!
— Leave your work! Flip off your teacher! Get on the streets and rejoice!
— After the end of Long Live the Quinn, I thought another drought was coming.
— We are so back!
— Hello? I would like to report a crime. The Quinn has killed us with his generosity!
— Such a glorious day! The population will shoot up in nine months!
— Someone, help! I got pregnant just reading this!
— Literally in tears. The coworker next to me can't believe I am crying while peeing while typing this comment.
— Lost my virginity reading this.
— There's still hope.
— Today must be my lucky day. Not even my wife can stop me from putting all our savings on horse races.
