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III

Ren du Lot wept. It has not happened to him for several years. In fact, he remembered exactly when he wept for the last time: when he had realized that he needed to leave France, five years ago.

He felt good about weeping. It was a strange feeling, he was both sad and happy. Sad because of the current circumstances, but also happy because he had finally opened the floodgates.

Now, why was he weeping? Arundolf, his blogging neighbor, when Ren called him on the phone, had insulted and abused him verbally.

"You, bloody connard, bâtard, enfoiré. You want me to help you after you looked in my bin? You got some nerves, espèce d’enculé."

So, after the phone call, Ren du Lot was weeping.

After five minutes of shedding tears, Ren du Lot wiped his eyes.

Arundolf had told him that he was sending him a puzzle by e-mail and he had 4 hours to solve it if he wanted Arundolf to answer his questions about blogging and shitposting.

The puzzle was this:

For three hours, Ren du Lot tried to find the answer, but each time he was finding that there was no solution.

He once again thought he was a loser, so it started again.

Ren du Lot wept.

Read the Next Episode

Ren du Lot, the shit lawyer, a serial shitposting fiction inspired by Torundel the Shitposter! by @katharsisdrill.

Rules are:

211 words - Starting with the words "Ren du Lot" - First and last sentence are identical.

As I am not a native English speaker please inform me if something is misspelled, wrong, or just horrendous English, and I will see if I can fix it.

_{grammarly said that the tone is informative, optimistic and friendly!}

Part I
Part II

I was 22 years old and I had hair!