Eclipse

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Marie Posa

ECLIPSE

Collection

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Publisher Alcris

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THE BEST

There were only two "men" jailbirds conquerors. But a few years before was that May '68 and

Couple notion floated through the air no longer faculties, not too trendy He was considered

neither boys

no faces. I do not know what happened to Chloe, I was probably never know. After our first

night, do not know which of us wanted to see us the next day. And never before they no longer

It was something. Not because I refused I would be others, but no one was passing through

mind, nor me nor face, to see you after a night together.

Love is fragile, fleeting, impossible to keep.

Miraculously, Alex found her ... She lost her. Stupidly. Coward. Mistake of youth and pride;

did not want to attach someone wanted freedom, afraid to be happy. As the saying Gainsbourg:

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Fortunately flee for fear that it will not disappear ...

Alex tells the story of Marion, five years later. Marion, child fragile, fleeting, hard

caught ...

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CHAPTER I

-We Have to begin by making a plan.

-You Think?

-i Am sure. You have to know where they go and where you get, and all stages by which you

want to

pass. In this way you do not lose on the road.

-It's A little stiff?

No, it's just a clue ... Without that delirium, and you end up wasting all

parties; and then, it throws. With a plan, you can take it in other ways and still find your

track. do you understand?

Absolutely.

We hear the phone ringing and he went to answer. She takes the opportunity to pour the fifth

coffee and look more carefully room where they were.

"Inanimate objects, can you not understand ..." There were here all his books, records, some

frills; even a photo. in front was great window which dominates Paris. A ray of

Sun stopped at the end of the wooden table and went to die on the floor. On the walls, a few

posters.

"... That link to our soul and compels him to love you ..."?

Marion got up to read titles repented. Obviously, Freud was still the same and still a couple

gender, and Racine, Boris Vian and Barjavel, medical books and a great book about photos. She

pulled from the shelf and flip, then turned to the cover page, and is not surprised to find here a

Chole signed lower sentence. He put the book back and walked to the discs. Marc had warned:

You will

see, Alex has an impressive amount of discs. It has everything, jazz, classical music, rock, soul

...

Everything's mixed, you'll find Rossini framed by Police and Duke Ellington, and if you manage

to figure

realize that there's preferences, you are strong, because he does not know ".

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She asked him if he was Libra, Marc had replied that there was Taurus.

-Incredibil! Alex exclaimed when he returned.

-What?

-It Was a very old friend from college. I have not seen for years. I announced that next year

will

Being a teacher at my school.

Ah, yes?

-It's Strange, there are people whom I meet regularly in your way. they lose sight of a

while without knowing how, then suddenly, after several years, popping up in your life as if you

broke yesterday

them.

-And He is still professor of psychology?

Yes, but it was so far in the province. Then, finally, as if they would be tired, asked to come

back.

-Aadar, You have not seen much?

-No. It must have been six or seven years since we last saw.

She wondered if he would ever meet again schoolmates after fifteen years. It was less

likely. It had only one year after completion of training and not be too saw already. And then

she

eternal and indissoluble ties chase. loved rather short and multiple meetings.

-Why Did you become a teacher? she asked.

-When I was your age ...

Marion looked up at the ceiling, with an amused smile.

-in fine, when I was a younger, after I did the ferry, I thought that when I finish

Faculty will open a cabinet alone or in combination with someone. And then, do not know how,

little by little, I found myself constantly teacher, not having time to understand how. But ...

He hesitated, and wondered why her to believe her; but why even have to be honest from the

start, since they

have to do with each other ... It was the best.

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-In After all, it was easier, right?

Yes, she said, less risky than a cabinet.

It was clear that she did not beat about the bush! He was right but he never had the courage,

after accustomed

safety afforded to the courses, I had the courage to take the risk of working on their

own to seek capital to start, seek customers ... At her age, it was easy to reproach

lack of ambition. If you believe that everything in life is so easy that it is enough to snap

fingers and say "I" when he was a fool!

It needs to be read thoughts because laughed and said:

Hey! Do not panic! I do not judge anyone. Anyway, I think of you and nice to be a teacher, or

you would not

have done, is not it?

Yes, of course I do. E with less glare, but maybe it interesting.

It was better not to enter the first day through thorny weeds; so Marion displayed its best

Her beautiful smile and said:

-Good, That story begin?

He stood silent a moment, gathering his boldness.

-OK

Marion press "Record".

The sun had gone down a lot and was red. Room filled with a golden light that gave prosecution

and

shelving honey color. He passed by a ray through her hair, it spread like sparks

gold everywhere. Alex said that the place was rather an Italian theater. When he awoke

before this kid is a little flustered, but now he felt better. Marc was right, could

be fun to try to write a book about this story, and then it was a good excuse for a-

stories and memories.

-That's, Made her shaking and tape. Tomorrow we can really begin. You're my

tell each episode, and I will describe images, smells, sounds, sensations and all.

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Alex seemed absent. She asked if it was painful to recount memories.

-No More than if you'd keep me. And then, remembering all those years has a side

pleasant ...

He hoped that both will be effective ...

-You Have dinner? he asked.

Thank you, but I have to delete; I promised my neighbor's son-1 that leads to film.

-Mine What time come?

-I Think I get here at ten.

He closed the door and down the stairs to hear her walking hopping. He wondered why no have

taken the elevator, were

however four floors down. It is true that she had no age twenty years they're full of

energy.

he thought that thinking like a decrepit stupid. And he had only thirty-five years, it was not so

away from youth. You will need to control the future. He drank a glass of water in one breath

then

Instance on the balcony with a book.

CHAPTER II

Outside, the air was warm, just beginning July and Paris began to be deprived of. its inhabitants

to be filled with tourists. Marion decided to do a little way away. He wondered if they

able to write this story. Will he be able to tell him to stop? Do you find it

words to translate his words?

The cast in this adventure without thinking, as was usual, following more

more desire than reason. That was the punishment for that "possess exceptional intelligence

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So

As psychologist told him when he was in primary school.

Eh! You'll see it when you handle it ... Anyway, she had not asked for anything, they were

those who came

to ask her to write this, so do not dare to come so bored afterwards, who

knows what claims. We do it your best, maybe more, but barely

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an eighteen month and never had claimed that it would not be a matchless writer. And

then, neither had the problem of trying to edit what you write it. It was rather a

therapeutic action ... A terrific fun it as a type of thirty-five years, over and teacher

Jacques Monod Institute of Psychology, to confide a kid like her, to show their

whole life to try to heal the memories that one overwhelmed.

That said, the adventure might prove enjoyable and was a good workout

her future career as a writer, though he was not sure that he will go in this life. liked to

write and, as far as I supposed, was doing well enough to be able to combine business with

pleasure. But

it was just a fun, not a vocation; and other jobs that interest both prefer to continue

write only "half-time", for her and for those who asked. Not devote all

this life.

At least for now, he knew he had much need to be active, to move in every sense,

to bear to remain seated for days, to squeeze your brain to find words,

matching phrases or ideas. Her inspiration came from what daily life in places where walking

from

the people he met, the sensations felt. Write meant to empty memory all

these images and to let imagination to transform them into the story. in a first stage, it will leave

worn in many directions, will try several professions, feeding on experiences for

to satiate appetite and pleasure of writing.

Maybe later you try to edit notes, perhaps to become a writer "time

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. But there was no hurry ...

First passed on to her apartment and listen to messages on the answering machine, then goes

directly to the

neighbor. Barely had time to put your finger on it and wake buzzer Julien arms.

Me was afraid you did not come, you know.

-Why? I delayed that much?

In fact, he waited behind the door for an hour, crazy-1 his father with questions like:

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"And if I forget? Maybe eventually not be able to come? Say, Dad, you gonna come? "

-You Want a drink before you go? Julien's father asked.

No, does not want to drink anything, leave immediately; Come on, Marion, leave, bye dad.

The child pulled her hand toward the door.

Ti-1 bring at half past twelve tonight.

Running down stairs and she reached down first. Julien threw her arms in the last step;

Needle was about to fall both.

-Get Look! you become really hard! You'll have to not jump into my arms so because

I have power to catch you!

-That's Because you're too weak!

-Yes. Dad says you're too weak and that we should eat more.

-So Your father say?

-Yeah ...

-All right, I'll tell him a couple of words. And first, I am not weak ... Let's say they are

supple ...

-in any case, you seem to me damn beautiful.

-To Do not exaggerate in this sense.

She laughed happier for this compliment came from the mouth of a boy of nine years than those

which sometimes made them men.

"At least that's a compliment free ..." she thought.

There was no bitterness in this genre, I just have a realism and resistant to any attempt

used very

over it to protect themselves from disappointment. It was, however, an eternal dreamer and her

imagination is not

never rested. But even if it sometimes used to see life in pink, make sure that

it is not playing tricks, try to always stay grounded.

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Julien hopped holding her hand. From time to time raised his head to smile at him and each

Her time came to stop, take him in my arms and kiss him. There was, however, none of this

because there would never have come to the cinema. in the subway, he told her how he had

spent the day

pool with two friends of his who lived in the same building, and just finished his

story that had come to the cinema.

-Well, How about I come earlier? Do you want to sit on the terrace for a drink?

-If You want, but consider that you have invited me. My dad says that a woman should never

public pay.

-in public! Funny gallantry code!

-Well, I mean ... when no one sees, she can pay.

-And Why so?

-So His honor is saved.

Marion dream to have a baby that looks like Julien. For three years I see it growing, not

cease to marvel in front of the boy. She was very blond with huge eyes, blue

cloudless sky covering Paris for a few days. Apparently, that was separated from the mother

five years of age is not one upset. His father had taken care to explain things rather

intelligence for him to become one of those traumatized children, raised by a single parent.

-Good, Then I'll give you a lesson in curiosity, she said. First, they provide drinking a

women ask her if she accepts her guests. In this, you are less likely to respond negatively.

But that shows him that, leaving you able to refuse, you are aware of the honor that you would

do-

an accepting. On the other hand, is totally inappropriate to invite you say that, because a woman

must pay in public.

-Uf That complicated!

-Nothing Not simply alive, boy; and especially women! I am informed, believe me!

Julien laughed and Marion realized that the role of "moralist

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did not fit at all.

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-Why This time, 'he said between two laughter, you talked to Dad.

She was glad that spend part of the evening with him, it plays the older sister by going 1

cinema, but his thoughts returned ceaselessly to Marc and Alex and her situation throughout this

story. always been aware that it was not quite the same as those of her age - if he thought

only the ease with which, at school, she understood and retained everything, while others

struggled all year

that they may pass out media.

Summoned's school psychologists who examined her on that kid that help those

two classes higher than her to do homework. At first, a scare these guys coming from

three times a week at school to ask a lot of questions and it

put to the test for hours; especially since it was only supporting this treatment. The other kid

his

saying that it is not normal and that will close the insane; and she thought.

Then one of the guys bother to explain why they came and what the their work. He was

went to talk with her parents after his verdict: "Child gifted with intelligence

top, but very emotional. Desirable to enter into a specialized institute, with parental consent

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.

After two hours of talks, her parents had preferred to go to a higher class than to send

to an elite school, and even today, she bless this decision.

Occasionally, however, wondered what would become her group work would have awakened

surrounded by future

large brain science. Obviously, her future would have been different; but have very clear

impression that it would be

bored with all the "clever

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those. If her classmates a sometimes irritated by slowness

their thinking, at least had the merit of making her laugh and not bother too much brain.

Although

felt different, not yet considered above others and just used his intelligence, and without a

et al. Seeing her, had no idea that she was far from "Einstein's little sister

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And with her hair

almost red, with her skirts too short or pants too moldings, looked more like a beautiful

witch than a little genius.

Hey! Marion! We leave, I think there was time.

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She woke up from dreaming eyelashes blinking. Julien watched his eyes large and clear, as if

they were

ocean viewed from above, the seafront, in fair weather. kissed him on

nose and let him pay as understood.

The film came out in the market for a few months now, so that they had to queue for tickets and

That was a good thing, because nothing was more annoying.

It was a thriller. When they emerged from the cinema, Julien was very nervous, remembering

and

the most interesting scenes in the film and putting a lot of questions: "How did he seem dead

the carriage fell into the ditch? But the girl, she loved him or his father? But the old knight,

means that

was a ghost? But Cup if the house collapsed on her, it means that no longer can be found

never?

Ah, the Cup is a whole story to her ...

-Povestete Me

It's too long.

-Yet, Tell me!

So on the way back, dirty and damp corridors of the metro, on the streets

overheated in Paris, she told him about the "Grail" vessel in which Joseph Arimathea collected

Blood of Christ after the crucifixion, about Merlin the magician, who built a round table

to gather all the knights before the trees looking for the Grail. The child, his mouth slightly

open, right

and take my eyes off Marion, sipping his words as a cold Coke.

When they reached home, Julien is calmer. His father managed to sleep after he promised that

the second

day will settle

both quietly somewhere for him to tell her movie. He turned off the light, room and closed the

door

back to Marion.

Sitting on the couch, it was immersed in a book about "the world in the century posters

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-are You hungry? he asked.

-no Thanks.

He suspected that the answer to this: they did not was never hungry. He slammed his hand in a

dish

two slices of ham, salami and some liver pate, bread took his corner and sat down in front of

her.

-Don't You head crazy publicity that? she asked.

-It's My job.

Yes, but it's a job for ...

Do not wrap the sentence. Even though I always liked to say what he thinks, however, was

reluctant to

the people who hurt you through words were misinterpreted.

-Why Bitch, you say it. Everything is very clear to separate work from the rest, and not to keep

minds when they do not work to regain your true sincerity, not that which you use

when you sell diapers or yogurt.

-And You manage to make this separation?

-Now Do. I could not before.

Prepare two gin-fizz and made music. May they talked about advertising time and then

suddenly,

he asked,

-What's Your problem?

Marion was always surprised to see how well he knew. He could not hide

never anything, even when talking about something else. It

did not know if he had the power to read minds - but you do not have anyone else of May 1

her friends, considering it all rather unpredictable - and he was the only one to whom she was

not wearing

mask, with whom not play any role.

-Get Remind me, how old are you? she said.

-Treizeci Five. Why?

If this was a troublesome problem, then even that he should worry.

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-This's A curse! All you thirty-five years! Marc, Alex and you!

-Well ... Sorry! I'm sure none of them made it special.

-Can You explain to me what business do you have a kid of eighteen? understand when

hooking

a Pipit which to sleep one night, but you is something else. I know of three years, I know Marc

four years, and Alex is telling me his life for me to write to him. Can you tell me

why not put any of his colleagues to do the job, or his friend, Marc, or not

I know who! Why me?

You told me that you would amuse. Decline if you do not like.

-I Thought! Of course I do! But I want to understand. Maybe because I'm a 'gifted' - although

it remains to be seen - but maybe that's why we need to understand, otherwise I lose my mind ...

And

this, I fail to understand it.

He kept much to Marion, but does not support cries. A pulled beside him searching speed

means

laughter crying because she barely restrained them not to burst. An olive epui / .al of

insomnia and lack poll. di mflncnir who do not know the cause or Ic

cure, and expect what could be worse if she gave way. Tonight he felt able

to face a nervous breakdown, despite the affection which I have wear. And then he did not

understand, I have

how to explain. There never met a girl so strong, and that was so young it was

admire her even more. And here it was about to crack Needle because he did not find answer to

a question

unimportant. Maybe that was the answer, perhaps they, who were twice his age

Marion, admired her because she was twice stronger than them, had their weaknesses,

their hesitations, their lies every day; maybe he drew her joy, laughter and appearance, a small

flower in all the glory of her youth, but strong as ten oaks centenarians. However he said

while I stroked her hair, her shoulders table to help her relax. He cared about her and that can s

touch it with your hands without necessarily be about sex, even if he knew the taste of the skin.

It was good to be able to hug a girl without her shouting that make you obsessed rape or sexual

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or jump at you with a look of religious insult.

She put her head on his knees, took a deep breath and asked again, with a little girl voice:

- But you need me to tell me that?

- Because it seems likely that your ear is closer and more objective than that of any

colleagues and that, anyway, Marc knows their story.

The answer seemed to be satisfied, because they stain rec- that required immediate image

all, that of a girl of eighteen, strong and balanced, cheerful and carefree, and

also terribly attractive and sensual. He got up, shook his head

scattering drops like gold and copper-colored, and went to change the disc.

When he returned, he saw that he was watching. He handed the cup and gave him one of those

smiles that

he was unable to resist and who could interpret them. understood that tonight she will not fall to

sleep in her apartment, and regain a life long quiet river which flowed quickly to a large

pretty hectic ...

CHAPTER III

The first days of June announcing a beautiful summer. With nightfall, the heat subsided.

Exams crcau ten days, but he did not worry too much about that and gone to

a little walk on the pier. With

a month before his twentieth birthday, life is a long way to show that he had only

to follow; l'Acca not problems.

A light wind cooler air. He was well after all this heat. People were beginning to emerge

the house. He was near the holidays. Tourists had their appearance and the Pont-Neuf, photos

have

know why. Supported by the parapet, Alex looked black Sena occasionally lit for boats

filled to the brim. to his left, some girls laughed. He turned to see better. There were hearts,

all wearing colorful, already slightly tanned. You should call him Marc, give a round with him

and

Pipit hang some caf terraces instead to walk alone.

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He saw flying a hat; its owner hesitated between letting go of the camera

to run after hat, or to let it fly. How wind brought her toward him, Alex casts a

look at the girl picture, the NDU think that if she was beautiful, she will return the hat.

He leaned over and grabbed his hat; the girl was more than beautiful.

Thank you, you're very cute.

smiled like a thousand suns and his he felt suddenly very hot.

-made Photos?

He felt completely stupid to ask a question so stupid. Luckily Marc was here that would

have laughed him terribly. He looked quickly to say something intelligent to tourists passing

through Paris, but not

nothing comes to mind. She answered the question:

Yes, I am a photographer. Finally, for now just so I train nurse, trying all sorts of

stuff.

Ah! So you're not a tourist?

Alex had the impression that becomes increasingly stupid.

-Nicidecum. Are you disappointed?

No, no, no! Can I ask you a drink?

He was sure he would refuse it. There would be surprised, given that he was under any

criticism. he kept

back fists praying Eros, Aphrodite and all the other gods do not abandon one. His mood

to stay with her talking quietly in front of a glass.

-If You want ...

Continue to smile. He wondered if she was making fun of him and so was her way with this

-permanent smile on his lips. He had a white dress, long enough that I uncovered feet each

step. So shun him to stop at the first terrace in its way, for the simple pleasure of May

a little goes along with it.

A sneak peek with an indifferent air, while I was asking questions about the pictures. She

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Reply with cntu / NISM people passionate about what they do, then they asked him about the

tench

his concerns. After about jumiltiite do hour, sat at a brasserie on the Boulevard

Saint-Germain, the impression that you knew the world and at the same time desire to learn how

more about each other.

Not even I did not ask your name.

-That Is. Neither do I, for that matter. My name is Chloe. What about u?

-Alexis, But in general it says Alex.

He and Marc were wont to tip all the girls he wanted, and their reputation was conquerors

already made, and the faculty and elsewhere. They knew in college, had lost their virginity

close

while before some kid deflower themselves emotionally. They like girls with

passion. As others collect stamps or matchboxes, they collected conquests with

same respect and the same curiosity about the female sex as a philatelist to small square

serrated paper.

Chloe was nice to fall back, but, strangely, he did not think it hang. He wanted her,

of course, because no one would have resisted the desire to have this tipi in his bed, but he felt

a real pleasure to see her just in front of him, picking listen to you talk.

She said he had just finished a photography school that had the luck to find immediately

an assistantship in addition to a photographer known enough to work with a lot of magazines

for women. It was especially photos of fashion, but was going to later be

specialize in another genre, because working with dummies did not seem too exciting.

-If I were a man, maybe it would be different, because they are really very beautiful, 'she said

laughing.

-And What you want to specialize?

Would like me to take pictures or movies for theaters; with actors, directors, moments

casting a film stuff ...

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What attracts you to this kind of pictures?

-Well, You see, artists are a bit like mannequins, they take certain positions, play roles, not

an illusion; but they continue to live after you left. It is not something that only arranged

to take pictures; on the contrary, it is you who intervene in their lives.

It is also plimbaser a while, and returned on the banks of the Seine, along the quay. East

moon, full, round, proud of her silver light. He explained how the act month

beings, animals or humans, lighting follies them sleeping, trezin- fantasies take them or phobias,

the influence which it has had, from the old times, in all the legends and stories.

-in Greek mythology, Hecate, patroness of magicians, is his granddaughter Phoebe, that of the

moon. And

then all the vampires, werewolves and other visions of this kind appear only on nights of the full

moon, and

all spells, potions of all kinds should be done under the full moon.

She listened carefully, almost like a student. It was obvious that there was never fond of

effects on the psyche of the full moon, but what's the story he was interested, he could have to

spend

one night listening. Unfortunately, I had to go home, have developed a film to

next morning at eight o'clock. thanked for

Tonight pleasant, affectionate kisses on both cheeks and then took a taxi.

Alex was also pleased with the evening. And not even realized that originally order

the game was this girl take her to his home. He turned away, whistling, with the nose in the

wind; not

was not sure if his feet touch the ground, not even plan over asphalt.

CHAPTER IV

Maybe that means love at first sight. Not necessarily to fall in love with someone exat

the moment-1 see. Perhaps it also means that you can talk to him immediately, it

listen, to feel good with him, not to be always on guard. It may also mean that they only

just took a drink together, you do not even have gave a new meeting when they

separated. It all started that night but; ten years of life; two lives.

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Marion talked to herself, sitting at desk in front of the tape.

-As And how life would be a card game. He might have to go elsewhere to walk and she would

able to do pictures elsewhere. Or before it appears. Or after. And if it were

wind ... however it should be made aware? There would be other circumstances it appeared for

the meeting to

take place? Or maybe it would not be seen again? Are we bound our destiny? Or everything

happens is only the play of chance? In fact, all that did not matter. The main

is what we live and how we live. The rest is than meditation ... or dissertation ...

So you can humanize the relationship between it and the computer, Marion christened him

"Valentine" and answered him

"Good day"

welcome messages, and "goodbye" when the display shows "You can now switch off

computer

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.

Beat everything on the computer because it was more practical to make corrections and

retouches, because

Avoid ciampele at hand and especially anxiety before a blank page. Obviously, something was

lost in

charm "pen

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But had to adapt to the era in which he lived and cease to have ideas

negative bias towards things so brilliant as was the computer.

had spent the night writing about their meeting. It was a terrible heat. As a bomber

war, storm hovered over Paris, waiting time H to ease the load sc

lightning, thunder and flood. He was also downright electrified and thanked Heaven that no

mix here and the full moon. The city woke up once in the morning, green trucks scavengers

crossing the slrzile, caf to raise its metal grating and, like every morning, young

waiter went to take two shuttles with comuri. The clock struck six o'clock next door neighbor.

standing in front of the open window, Marion still breathe the cool air of the night, enjoy the last

seconds calm before the street begins to roam the world and sounding noise. liked

to witness the awakening city, because every time thinking like Antigone: "I think today is

the first day of the world

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And it made good.

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Looking for a clean bath towel, telling her that it would still be time to decide to be washed

ru immediately like them, then enter the shower, hesitating a moment between the cold water

would escape a humidity

very hot and ambient water which would relax a little, allowing him can finally sleep. But

this storm that was about not arrange all things, because she was sure she could not find

sleep before the storm to burst, and only

God knew when the flood of Paris will depart. Eventually choose wisely.

When you exit the bathroom, room air was warmer than outside and small clouds of steam

floated a

while the apartment before you go and join the quiet atmosphere polluted Paris.

The young waiter cast out on the terrace cafe tables and chairs, and yawn. looked up

to house the front and saw the girl at the window, wrapped in a towel, making do hair

with fingers still tentative rays of the sun. He smiled, because it was the first girl

saw this morning because it seemed nice, because life reserves the profound joy

who did not need much ... then quickly turned to more offer some tables before the owner

to scold him.

whenever he looked at her, she pretended not one sees. And so, when he comes to drink coffee,

he will command all blushing, and she did not want to intimidate and more. She put a clean shirt

jeans, quickly ran a brush through her hair and down events.

As planned, he came to take control stuttered and looking down. Marion

Express orders a double and a croissant. A great temptation to say: "You know, I do not mind the

fact that-

Panda spend my days window, on the contrary, it is rather flattering. And then, no need

be ashamed and tell me "Ma'am", I think they are only a few years difference between us. "

But every time silent because he did not want to destroy the mystery. take their very air of a star

detached from the world, keeping secrets behind dark glasses that gave him down IUI ever

either winter or summer. Actually, maybe that's what impressed him the young waiter; but it was

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intentionally, only his eyes bore little hard light of day.

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It seemed to be hotter than the day before, except that the sky was darker. Everyone

i wonder when / .bucni goddamn storm finally, for the atmosphere to further cool

a little, and mostly disappear electricity in the atmosphere that makes everyone nervous I ic on

Marion first. It was a very unpleasant feeling: boiling felt his whole nervous system,

his muscles were tense and tired fail while remaining upright only by a

miracle that no one understood.

pound exhausted, but he knew that he could not sleep. However, you will need to succeed as

sleep

quickly; otherwise it will crash when you least expect it, or make a tantrum

for who knows what trifle.

She started running around the neighborhood to stretch the legs longer. The shops were still

open;

only bakeries, cafes and bookstores seemed populated; Arab grocers, and they began to show

signs of

life. People go to work, not always too happy that walked out of bed, and she, she

walk, hands-n his / .unare with nose in the wind, without having to rush to not delay

somewhere. it was a little ashamed of it and began to smile left and right all the what '

be there, as if to apologize. Then, after he said that they at least had the good fortune to

sleep, that their obligation to wake up was nothing compared to her inability to sleep. Continue

yet

to smile, but this time to encourage.

Without knowing how he came to the railing surrounding the Monceau park that just opened.

He had never been to this park so morning. It was relatively quiet desert and if you did

farthest apart from the noise of cars and birds chirping.

How still not enough light and shadow black storm darkened everything, the ruins had something

mysterious, almost unsettling.

She removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes and let his mind wander among columns,

imagining and that was the end of the world, she was left alone on earth where no enduring than

few stones stacked by people in other times ...

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He heard steps behind her and winced, then prepare to laugh at her fright when he saw an old

man with hair

gray and ruffled approaching columns. He was dressed in black pants and a hoodie, pretty

used, but apparently clean. knelt in front of the columns, mpreunndu his hands for prayer.

Marion saw tears rolling down her cheeks impeccably shaved. Do not you dare move for fear

do not disturb the old one, but at the same time have the impression that they are not where we

should, like

wrong door and you wake up in another office. After a few minutes, the man dropped his hands

to fall on

on the body looked into his pants pocket a handkerchief and wiped his face, then stood.

Their eyes meeting. The old man was full of despair, of infinite sadness, the pain

that seemed to last for many years without ever being alleviated. One

flicker, quickly extinguished, it occurred to look before he turned and left the way he had come.

Marion still does not flinch when he suddenly mloarsc and come to her. He stopped at one meter

but fixed on a look of such intensity that it was him I ii cil dc what could

happen.

But he looked down, and again on cheeks and tears rolled. Like just now, crying

silence, without s; i IACA the slightest movement.

lia not know what to do and thought that if something happens, and it will start to cry. With a

voice

a little broken but gentle as a murmur came from within him, he said:

You need to be much younger, but his enormous sow. He waited a moment and then walked

away. Marion, the

wondered if he felt the need to talk, to tell someone you

SII

Requirement that bleak

story you press it, or if you wanted to be left alone. II caught up.

Who do I look like?

Sc saw that he hesitated between the desire to reveal and to remain alone with his suffering.

He looked as though seeking the answer in her eyes.

With my fiancee. resumed his walk, and she followed him without realizing it. He felt that their

steps

made an infernal noise on the gravel driveway. He looked at him, he turned on the main

promenade, then

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decide to speak.

Have your eyes you: neither blue nor green, almost gray. And hair absolutely the same,

reddish highlights. In summer, when the sun had light hair, looked like a Irish. But it was

reddish,

away, and there was no freckles. It was brown, so they called hair color as yours. How Many

old are you?

Eighteen.

-The Last time I saw her, she was twenty. Like me ...

May walked about five minutes in silence, then he resumed:

-How Many years do I have?

She gave him sixty easily; But is that not only have forty-two.

-A Call Elisabeth. It was my fiancee for two years. Her father was a policeman. But it was very

nice to

you know. I came here often to walk in the park, because her parents lived nearby.

Marion was beginning to understand. Elisabeth must have had an accident or something like that

and

then he came occasionally to remember it in the garden which had been so

happy. Almost hear singing and violins ... now that he agreed to tell his story,

minimum of politeness demanded that she let him finish his story, not to show that she knew

the end.

-And Then, one day, I was afraid. You know, it was that time of the Revolution. Finally, we do

not have

went to march with other students, because our parents would not agree, but they

listened to all the speeches and theories. So suddenly asks me why, I said I

twenty years that I do not like my parents and to marry the first girl came across that was

ridiculous.

He stopped suddenly and looked forward.

You think I was completely stupid? he asked.

Marion did not answer. Now he spoke of becoming faster and his voice became increasingly

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broken. Again he felt fear but they did not move.

-So That I said, I said all this; and I left her.

He sat down on a bench, looked exhausted. Marion imitate. She wanted to tell him not to be in

state that for a girl he left behind twenty years and

probably since recovered, but before she has to tell them that square, he resumed his

story with the same voice, hoarse murmur and at first, looking lost among the trees, in

away.

The next day regret ... But it was already too late ... She came here before the doors close, and to

left closed. Probably walked a while, remade all the roads we have made

together, then went under columns - there I asked her if she wanted to marry later, and I

decided to get engaged to hazel. I found it in the morning, when the guard opened ...

Marion did not know what to say, even if there was something to say. began to move on

bank of increasingly uncomfortable.

You should be put in jail. It's like I killed them myself. But prisons

indeed committed crimes, not those which are laspunztor of cowardice, fear of

stupidity, indifference, selfishness. You know, still pay for it in liccare day, hour by hour,

twenty years, and I PAYMENTS until the end of my days. I do not complain, do not crc / i asia.

How

suicide is forbidden by the church, I come here every morning to pray for her soul,

there under columns at park opening. I put my clothes that I wore last time I

saw it. Then I go home to get changed and go to work; I do not leave anything any

second, even at work, or when I eat, even when talking. I stitch my dreams is present

and maybe when I think two in.

He stood and stared.

You have a fiance?

No.

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-If One day you have one, if you leave, lest I should kill you so. No man

pays to kill him.

No, she repeated mechanically.

He thought Alex. No woman deserves to be mourned twenty years, she wanted to add, but

refrained. He glanced for a moment then walked away. This time she did not end on May 1st. He

wondered how the hell

be showing it to everyone i just confessed to her that she was so keen that people

come to tell their life, to leave their suffering burden on her shoulders fragile?

Park began to be gradually invaded carts with children, grandparents who gave

crumbs birds of babies with balloons and holding her mothers hand or the nurses. Everything

became a bit too noisy, so they prefer to return home.

When he got home, it was almost ten o'clock. He decided to swallow a sleeping pill and lie.

CHAPTER V

How was it a second time? will remember it better? will remember all the details: it was

dressed, you have pi dawn, as was the weather? ...

Today, attacked a second date. Alex went to sheep alca to arrive Marion.

In fact, he had not forgotten anything, absolutely anything and everything he remained in mind

as if they had happened

yesterday.

It was a Friday in June, two weeks after the incident on the Pont-Neuf hat. Search a

book in a bookstore, not knowing yet whether I will spend the weekend with her cud or you laze

in the sun on

balcony.

Can I hope to give me something to drink, or just your evening walk on the Pont-Neuf, weather

windy?

Cliloc have arms full of boxes of film, and the same bright smile. Glad to see her again, he

led her out to the first terrace common way.

Not noticed at their first meeting, she was almost as tall as he is. He wondered if

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dress had been sewn directly on it or how he had managed to get laid. And how could you

possibly and a

out ... it was so tight. tried not to think about it but gives up once she put her hand

the arm saying:

-I'm Glad we review.

-I Have to lie and say that I think you just two weeks, but it's good.

-Aadar, How did the exams?

-Without Problems. But with your photos? I see you've eaten enough film ...

-I revolving stock. I leave in a week in Morocco for some fashion photos.

-Great! You'll see, it is very nice.

And he began to tell him about Morocco, where he lived for a year when he was a teenager,

describing them all landscapes them remained in the memory, speaking to him about people,

about

Courtesy about their habits, and under her eyes reliving memories. She listened with a smile,

putting

occasionally one question asking about details. When told he stopped, looking

still shining so many images, she said:

You know, we just go to Meknes for three days to take pictures, then go back.

Seeing the disappointment etched on his face, added:

-But You're nice that you made however to visit the country ...

He had not noticed, no doubt, because already

dark when they had parted the first time, or that her hair was so blond, almost golden. Sun

seem to remain hanging in her curls and the slightest movement of the head became fire. One

concerned with a mad desire to do covers arms, but at the same time as the first time, it was

pleasure to listen, to look at her, to speak. How can naturally invites her to the restaurant.

looked at his watch and he thought that Marion is late cxact the moment when it knocked on the

door.

You saw pour?

She shook her hair and squeezed it and and the water dripping on the carpet. He throws a towel

while

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looked out the window at her suggestion. Marion is wiping head. machine indeed was pouring;

he does

not even had he realized, lost in his memories. The sky was the color of the end of the world with

rolls of laser rays pass through the dark clouds of an angry God who beat the big drum

whenever I launch a

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. A lot of mischievous angels and chubby must open them

probably all shut heaven. in half an hour, this flood will turn Paris into a

Huge Pool Outdoor.

then put his hand a cup of hot coffee and he lit a cigarette while she continues to

rub the head with a towel. All hair is made loops; He believes that the rain had even quality,

Therefore to curl hair Fairies. Marion sneezes and he was obliged to give him a sweater, it took

off ui

tape recorder in my purse and it trees.

So the second time, how was it?

It was brilliant ...

That's it?

No. We went for a drink. Then we went to dinner. Afterwards, we walked the pier and I

mcoacc income.

You already lived here?

But, my dear, this apartment is in the family of selvedge generations!

I take the blows.

Iii good! ... And Chloe, what he thought of the apartment

tiiu?

He visited all the rooms saying: "It's brilliant! How is itationally! They! But you have a great

view! "

Move from one room to another, turn all the lights extinguished them, I

almost no longer able to follow it. I still managed it sprout between the kitchen and living room,

and not me

I thought of nothing but a kiss.

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Reluctant to tell the details of their first nights, for fear of a shock. Although Marion seemed

neither caste nor candid. But words are so worn, so trivial though.

How to tell the ineffable feeling that one contained all the sensations become like us,

the impression that happened for the first time, feeling that her blood flowed as lava poured out,

that

His head felt like a volcano? ... Actually, what one was talking prevent his own shame, and

after all, there was no significance for her to know the details. It was enough to know that night

The following were their very, very hot. Chloe and represent everything he wanted in terms of

mistress: she was sensual and gentle, sometimes very bold, sometimes subject always as desired

him. All week, never ceased to marvel whenever a strip, whenever

a caress, every time I felt the heat, scent. And also whenever it

looked at him, smiled, when he confessed to a little more. He did not know if prefer to undress

body

or soul. Never a girl held her so beautiful or so, but had forgotten.

Awakened before him the next morning, she descended to buy comuri. When he awoke, a

found in the kitchen looking and filter coffee. However postpone breakfast and included again

flame of passion, had made love in the kitchen, then, after breakfast in the lounge, among crumbs

The comuri the table.

the limp she was a shower, he sought to see if the house did not have any box of vitamins

because in this elm will soon collapse.

I did not want to leave her, I felt really Imn- with it. It necessarily had longer

pass at home for longer devise some things, but we could inilui somewhere at the end

day. I wanted to go to pick up eight.

She lived where?

At that moment, lived in six arrondissement, near the Luxembourg Gardens.

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It was a small apartment just below the roof, with photos everywhere. There is only one room, a

small

smaller kitchen and bathroom. In single room, she had bed and wooden legs on nite-

improvised a board that il is making all sorts of cans and bottles. Alex wondered how di-

can she live in a space so small and in such a mess, but apparently it does not

was no problem in that.

We went to the movies and then we had dinner in a small-slaurant ii near her home. Not

May incessant talking and that I always have on me the same i-li-iM: I felt a desire

crazy to make love to her, but at the same time liinii I could sit for hours listening to it a

and talking.

No I have never had so much to talk with a girl. Even with the many

not my friend

not half as we talked telling us one day to another. After a while I got the impression that

evening will not end ever, that we will remain there in that restaurant, drinking wine and talking

up

at the end of the world. I like floating on a cloud pink and nobody and nothing I could do to

down from there. owner who came out to tell us a very nice tone that close, "you

Thanks ladies and gentlemen, soon. " So; I went and I did not immediately understand why they

were

so many stars in the sky.

He hesitated to rest in the afternoon because not usually stood, but now regret. beginning

to feel really tired and did not know whether or legs to carry him to the end. Luckily there is a

elevator that can go up to her because she would otherwise have preferred to die on the spot than

to climb seven

floors. She continues to bounce with him, kept laughing and talking, while he was trying to

support

her to be able to stand up and go right on the pretext that holds the arm around

shoulders. No wonder she understood what you hard. It looked as fresh as yesterday, as

nothing would have happened last night and this morning, as he had no alcohol

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influence on them. told her that and she laughed answering them not to make trouble if the

See it less, but she had no feeling that nothing happens.

He hopes that once got up there, will find little energy because it was now time il

lose power, especially since it did not seem willing to let him sleep. She made coffee and,

after about three cups, he began to feel better ...

The next day we went to walk to Butles-Chau- moiil. weather was beautiful and it was a Sunday,

so it was plm the world and I have stayed too long. When we got there, waiting for us outside the

door Mitre. Quite

I simply forgot it and knew how to get out of this mess. A week before,

They had planned to leave for three days Nomtandia to his parents. But after I met ('ltloe, that

completely out of my mind.

It was obvious that Marc did not understand what was happening and my Chloe both. It roused

all three in the lounge,

sitting on the sofa with a glass in hand path. Nobody said much. The atmosphere threatened to

veer toward the storm. Marc cornered him in the kitchen, pretending that there is ice cubes - n

but knew better than he knew refrigerator pockets - slipped his ear that if he,

could take her and his girlfriend that looked nice and that's not one mind. They turned into

lounge

some figures of the conspirators, and without ice cubes. Chloe watched them amused and

questioning the same

time. Finally, he decided to ask her if she was in the mood to spend three days at sea and

explains all

business.

He asked if we'll get back to Thursday, and I I tilspuns no doubt that we will return

Wednesday night. Have to go on home and we agreed that we take it in a couple

hours.

When she came out, looked at me questioningly Marc and I felt embarrassed that I spent two

days with

a girl, forgetting best friend. He said he understood me perfectly and you can watch your friends

with a

girl like this and it was damn well done.

-But He did not have any girl? Marion asked.

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You know, I never had "girls" stable, finally, no more than one night. Possibly two.

Ah, I see, she made a slight smile on his mouth.

No, do not. There were only two "men

One

, Conquerors jailbirds. But a few years before

May '68 was the notion that the couple no longer floated through the air faculties, there was

hardly considered

Fashionable no boys, no girls. I do not know what happened to Chloe, I will probably never

know.

After our first night, do not know which of us wanted to see us the next day. I tell you frankly,

Marion, I do not know if she proposed that or I; seemed very normal to see you, that's all you can

'

say. And they never before had there been no such thing. Not that I would have refused them

other, but no one could think of, nor me, nor face, to see you again after one night

spent together.

-And You ashamed that you petrecusei two nights with her?

-No. I was surprised, that's all. It was something not

I was used to, so I do not know exactly what to do. But to return from Normandy, I

worried. I was like in a dream, floating on a sea of desire, pleasure and joy at the

good friend of mine and nice girl; rather I can say that I was happy. And then, make

account that a wide'd done two nights before you meet Chloe, plus two nights

spent with her, I think I slept more than twelve hours in four nights.

-And When you went to Marc's parents, how was it?

closed his eyes and smiled. It was amazing how clear it came to mind, although passed as

time. Until now, it was hidden so deeply surprised him so precise liimiiseser memory.

Obviously, had been several times at Marc's parents, and often there is mlorsese

with Chloe. He knew the hiding places of the house grooms, had dozens of times fifty

meters that separate them from the beach, and hamlet had no secrets for him.

But he remembered perfectly the three days, everything they had particularly other days

spent there, lived liecare minute, rubbing his eyes the image seen by each

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sound, every smell ...

Marc was a little nervous and quickly Ford who bought it used. in less than two hours

and a half, at eight o'clock arrived at the seaside. It was too late peulru a bathroom, but stopped

on

well to land on the beach before I | ii Marc.

Chloe had big eyes and breathe lungs to burst saying: "O God! There are four

years since I've never set foot on a beach! Alex, I swear, you can not imagine how much pleasure

I

make to be here!

11

He chewed ear, it did lead to wet feet in water

iiiliendu her skirt, turned to him, kissing the corner of his mouth, put his hand on his hand. His

eyes

seanlcierea gleamed like waves. You would have thought it was a child that brings the first time

to see the sea.

Marc stalking him sideways and Alex laughed Dacians did not know him or watching him from

simple

curiosity. In a sea Leah their departure, Alex asked. Marc takes lspuns that amused and

Chloe was a girl full of fun, but not

IUI

laughed at him and see no reason not to do it, if they do not

imposed to head with stupid questions, it would be better to take advantage of the luck that one

has to

holds a girl like this, and spend three days with her sunshine Normandy.

Alex behind this advice to and think because it seemed very tedious. He was floating on cloud

nine,

as smoking more than ten haiuri in a quarter of an hour.

-After That we went to his parents who were waiting with dinner.

Dad already had his hand cut?

-That Is, it's one you know. When were you there?

-Last Year, when I was a little sick. Marc has a crisis of acute patemalism and dragged me to her

saying to me that the sea air would do me good, because I spent my life im only in Paris and age

my not good, that his mother will I feed the food, the apple tarts which he was the

divine right, finally, all kinds of stuff, more! So I spent a week there in super

that I have done nothing but go and bathe me, to go on the sand, eat some more and

sleep. There I gained much, but it is true that afterwards I felt much better shape.

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-Prinii Men's are very nice and I felt comfortable there. But the days

that his father had both hands. I think it's been about seven years since he lost it, not

more.

-How Did it happen?

-I Never knew too well because neither Marc nor his father did not like to talk

about it, and neither do I. I was too curious. He was a fisherman. I think I made a wrong

maneuver the boat

when he pulled the net, and was torn arm. That's all I know, nor do I want to know more.

Marc was destroyed when it happened. I thought it more important to cheer

only to find out details about the accident. Since then, I've never talked about it.

- Okay.

Marion stop the tape and lit a lamp. Alex watched him lost in the depths of his memory,

overgrown with memories, like a swimmer to the end of the first few Remark

silver threads scattered through his dark hair. He wondered if it had always d or had emerged

from

due to age. Does gray hair already appear to thirty-five years? You will have to ask Marc. He

she had, she was sure of it, but it is true that he had lighter hair. Next time

you will meet, you have to remember to look closer. It seemed that neither the

lulien his father had not seen white hair.

- Do you want to continue or not? she asked.

- End of stay that sea and then stop.

- OK

She let the tape again, then asked:

- But Chloe, got along well with Marc's parents?

- And how! Even if we made a movie star I would have been more careful! They were always in

around her, did not know what to do, I just have not stretched and red carpet everywhere passed

it! Suddenly, we no longer exist.

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When passed by the front door for the first time, Chloe groom them two, followed a short period

of

silent observation from his parents. Then, even after an hour passed unconditionally Chloe f Uses

and sometimes you have said that it is still their darling went to live in Paris and had come home

to see,

accompanied by two friends. Marc did not even have the right to speak. Although he usually

monopolize all

attention of his parents.

But that night, the conversation always revolved around Chloe, her activities, to taste

them. As it concerns Alex, he could hardly stand up, and even sat down, he was damn

hard. Keep the memory of that first meal a series of sounds, smells and images, but it

Mix one thing quite confusing and accurately remains a good feeling of serenity

deep, and the joy of being together with Chloe. He could hear what was said even understand,

but it was as

looked like a movie. From time to time, Marc's mother looked at him tenderly and if he insists,

Surely he would have started to purr with pleasure.

After dinner, sitting in one of the lounge chairs wide, with Chloe on his knees, abandoned

any fighting sleep and fell asleep with his nose in her golden hair of this girl sublime

encountered

Pont-Neuf thanks to gusts of wind ...

- I swear that night I was really happy. Perhaps, and fatigue, Do not ask me

questions ... The next day we woke up early in the morning because he promised Marcel, who

turn had promised a friend, he will help one to empty barn and attic. Chloe came

with us to unload cartons junk with moldy papers and utensils of all kinds

which none of us knew how to use them. still not get my tired my nights

Parisian mad and I was wondering how many times you have to descend and ascend damned

scale before fucking that bridge to be emptied.

Marcel had borrowed a pair of old jeans Chloe. they were very broad and not sitting on it

but thanks to a string tied drawstring waist instead. He took a shirt of mine, with neckline

sleeves too wide for a topless girl had cobwebs in his hair and

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looked a little scarecrow in "Wizard of Oz", but even so, I could not pass over

her without her come hug me.

On it, this activity visibly amused more than anything; not cease to put a lot of

questions about crap crammed into those boxes, ask how to use this thing as

that machine works ... Marcel's friend kept for the brunt ago, and I finished only

noon, after we down-and-out carrying two bedsteads and a wardrobe, Norman, as it should

or in that area. He offered us a drink then we went home to eat.

Alex rises suddenly, stop the tape and said:

-Why Else, even hungry. I invite you to dinner, finish the story on the road.

-If So you want ...

They took a taxi to the still raining, and Alex told him and end their stay in Normandy

return to Paris, whom kilometers driven in speed, and he that atypical increasingly often, the

As they neared the capital.

CHAPTER VI

The wallpaper on the walls was red, and tables were gilded edges; was an Indian restaurant. The

air was

insightful and full of flavor bathe everything in Indian music which after a while became

stressful. But Alex had told Marion that here ate the best Indian cuisine

Paris. They sat at a table on the other, to continue to speak

peace.

- And when you drove it home, you gave no date?

-No. He said he would be back in five days and also spent a week that very

pleasant. I think she expected me to propose a meeting.

- Why did you do it? Do not you see her?

- Yes, of course.

Even the desire to die again. But he was afraid. For what, he does not know, but it

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feared. This girl was too lively, able to destroy life on trying insignificant well-de

and sorry to organize. It was like a tornado. he imagined, where she went, everything must be

high

from earth to fall again after its passage, and it is not known in what condition. Then it was too

his beautiful and made them much pleasure

when he was with her, so binding, it may not be as smart as you think it.

He knew he was thinking elsewhere. But if this girl comes into his life, he'll never be out. Not

that would take much to his habits, but at least they knew, had no surprises.

With it, everything would be different, and he was not sure if it was better, or if it was what he

was doing. He knew only

that would have been otherwise. He did not want to take the risk to taste this "different".

Well yes, it was a cowardice! Yes, he was a moron! But he was only twenty. At that age you do

not know

necessarily see the true side of things.

He knew he would have ended up loving it someday, because it could not be otherwise. It was

the kind of girl

or you hated or adored. He could not say he feared that she would never love no one, and that's

great

Love remained unanswered, but did not want to feel connected to someone, even if it was

a link so sweet as this.

So never unat it. Holidays are fast approaching soon will finally leave town for a

time, and everything will be much better. Because, believing that protects lost his silence

mind. Chloe haunted him day and night. When he thought of it, he said that he had done well by

doing

thus, it was better that way, because otherwise his life would have turned into a crazy passion

that can would

be destroyed ...

All phrases he found to be convinced of the wisdom, he used to be

calm. But once thought tranquil image of Chloe invade his mind. There everywhere

around it, a hot and talkative ghost, tulburndu them every moment of life.

heard them laughing through all the rooms, and even on the street, which had stood in the

cafeteria in half

hour hesitating between two cakes, the Arab street corner, they sold a bottle of brandy when

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returned to the restaurant the first night in the elevator, in the bathroom, under the bed, he opened

drawers in

kitchen ... mad indeed, winced every time the phone rings, almost hoping

will be, but fearing the same time. A thousand times as I almost had to call for a thousand

or abstain.

-Up Finally I called Marc who told me that I was stupid if I came in this condition.

He said that rather than thinking about her all the time, it was better to try it again. But I would

be cut

two feet rather than I have done the first step.

What if she were called then, what would you do?

-I Think I would have jumped to the ceiling, and I had gone to throw myself at her feet.

-But Still do not understand why you were so afraid; only a cunoscusei and do not ever talk

about

marriage. Do not engage with anything if a review.

Marion just sucked a bone chicken curry, staring into the eyes of Alex. He had the impression

she even considered him a moron and waited a little before I answer in a few sentences hesitating

punctuated by silences.

You know that I have to I can do without it if I see her again ... I'm not judging rashly, Marion,

with

Surely I was very bad, but things were not quite so simple ... It's awful to feel

related to someone ... do not know what can happen, but you're sure of one thing, that you are no

longer

alone ... So, one side has to be two

soothing and jjlcut, but on the other hand is very worrying ... you take responsibility you

undertakes to decide you no longer single lifetime ... The thought of you does not scare you meet

a man

with whom you will share your whole life?

- What would scare me if I would meet would be that lest I am wrong, not really

he same. But if I be sure if my soul would be sure to have the man of my life,

if not, I would not at all scared. I'd slid in happiness as a warm bed. And maybe I would

deceiving though, maybe after a while, I would realize that it is not, but as long as I would think

it's

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him, I would not be afraid. What is truly frightening are doubts, not certainties.

- Why?

- Because certainties make you stronger. You can fight with certainty, whether you're right or

not, but

as long as you have confidence that you're right, you're invincible. doubts make you weak,

vulnerable, you

prevents advance.

- Only in appearance. Putting your incessant questions, you advance but in another way; excuse

me

expression banality, but I think so evolve.

-Yeah,., And ends up you "assume full" etc., point-point ... I do not think so. And then, a

certainly not something irreparably. You can be sure of one thing one day and certainly the

opposite of the day.

But every day that you're sure you're on the right track, you'll go through extra miles.

- The problem is that I was certain that I love, but not that I was on the road

track. Do not you ever find yourself in front of someone, knowing that you will love and be

afraid?

He did not want to answer this question because the truth was that he is not never before

knowing someone

that-one will love. Change the subject so skillfully, wondering why one would want to take

dessert cake

coconut or ice cream, and if you order coffee immediately. Alex sensed strategy, but

think that she did not want to confess that this is already happening.

Not revisit the subject, preferring to talk about trivial and light

because you'd better let slip slowly spiral of indifference delicious.

CHAPTER VII

When he returned to the restaurant for two in the morning, take a shower as Marion to

disperse the vapors of wine blurred his mind.

Then the court before IUI "Valentine" and began to write what Alex told in the afternoon.

He wanted to see some pictures to better describe the places which he had spoken, and

also any picture of Chloe. Alex said that he has no one but them it was difficult to

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believe that. Therefore she had to imagine everything and not always went well.

Disconnect your computer and lay on the bed. She had just finished writing about the days

spent together, evening return to Paris, Alex who kissed Chloe, then let her go without

to say nothing. attempting to view an image to them, facing each other, next to the car, Marc

which have to be expected on the other hand, the silence around them, and then at night. Chloe

turn, enters her house, floors climbed, found their seats and vessels Developing bed. Alex

got into the car, Marc starts. Maybe Chloe is at the window and I go. Alex

get home, and it seems as empty as of Chloe; Now everything looks different, a piece of his life

remained hanging somewhere, try and recover, pull it fails, take

over again, fail again, go on vacation to try to forget; forget what, or whom? A piece

happiness that was part and that scared? A girl too beautiful, too lively, too perfect

for real?

And Chloe, in turn, was doing during this time? He suffered it? Does he expect to call?

No, she should not be expected. Maybe it was unfortunate, but there must have imagined any

one moment that one would see.

He continued it go as if nothing was the matter? As it would not be met

never?

No, he could not do that; not after what they experienced that week.

Well, whatever it was?

She continued, of course, thinking of him, wondering why.

Marion put her all these questions, without managing to find an answer. He knew that the only

who could answer was Chloe, but there is no chance for that to happen again.

Get up to drink a glass of water. Although the storm was over, the air does not cool at all.

At least, however, was not charged with electricity so as it had been all day and felt his Marion

slowly relaxing muscles. He knew he would need a few hours to chill with

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for real. Pendula neighbor knocked five. Marion, after another night of insomnia, sighed and

wondered what '

she did instead of Chloe?

"The problem is that I even met before, not prea.cred in great love", she decided

good thinking after five minutes.

An anxiety that had reached such a conclusion; wondered if it was normal, if it was

normal for a girl of eighteen do not believe in true love. Not yet feel full of

indifference and even bitterness towards this subject. On the contrary, all interested people

especially, not only out of curiosity or to get to know better. No. Charged to some of them

where as strong as the moon or of the storm, where they instantly attracted or

were instinctively flee. Have much affection for a lot of people, but that did not seem to

be love, not great nor small.

Perhaps because he was gifted, that some of her intellectual faculties

had developed more, maybe that has atrophied other cells in the brain ...

Or maybe simply because her parents had not been an example of perfect love ... Or

maybe it was she who idealize too much things ... always wanted everything to be perfect, or

not at all. The few friends who are confided all had the same remark to say that it

will end one day, because it was too high. He could not say that a mind over

measure, even if sometimes began to dream of the ideal man to come take her to a world

hi there ...

He turned on the computer again, put the floppy "Alex", turn the tape recorder and began to

write. in

building was quiet, but she was unable to concentrate on what he was doing.

-What Do with it?

"Valentin" not find any answer.

-You Might as well tell his story to anyone, without the need to be so registered, and

much less ask to be written by a kid of eighteen.

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"Valentin

14

Firmly still remained adamant.

-ie What do you care ... You're right ... but acknowledges it is rather funny and it is funny. And

then, is a good exercise and I have nothing else to do now. But anyway, you have to me

however explain why he did not go to tell the story of any drunk in any bar

night ...

And writing: "These intellectuals, they must always complicate everything!" Press

"Characters: Body 24" in order to see the phrase written in huge letters on the screen and

remained motionless,

thoughtful. Then also recorded something and we settled on "Valentin

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. He stood for a moment sitting in front

computer and remembered how he had managed to and buy it.

Worked last summer in a pub on the Boulevard Saint-Germain. To earn some money,

of course, but also to occupy their time. The owner was one of her friends. began work at noon

and

go to closing, at two o'clock every day for two months. At the end of the holiday, not

May weighed only forty pounds.

By eight o'clock in the evening, the caf was more like a tea room: without much

noise, serving coffee, chocolate, soft drinks and a couple of beers, not many. Customers spoke

less and

left after half an hour.

Then arrived the evening regulars and other noctambuli of different nationalities and

backgrounds not

less diverse.

Then it began to amuse; at least the first two weeks. loved these people who are

woke up early in the morning to go to work and then stop here, loved their laughter, the stream

of words

you spread around them. Orders are changing beer (much), whiskey, brandy, cocktails.

Most of them stayed to the end. They had twenty minutes to close to them

pull them all out and can hold shutters. outside employer, there were four employees

served in the evening. Fortunately, because there were enough so they can evacuate everyone

with blunt

but firmly.

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It was exhausting work, which I liked because it had the opportunity to see a lot of people, all

different. Working every night, notes that this difference was only superficial, they were all

really

bound by the same loneliness, may occasionally, who knows, but they cling to despair.

Their indifference was only the fear of sleeping alone, their laughter rang false words were full

of

bitterness and cynicism. Hearing them, for they all had some wicked women, interested only in

money,

men were fools not stop thinking about sex, employers assholes without mercy; how

the "Company

14

Great word to encompass all evil and everyone, from the doorman to

mates taxes, ministers, presidents and to the corner grocer, therefore Society in

Apart from that was rotten, brace it against them, crushing them, grind them, devour them to

last crumb.

Obviously they were not guilty of anything that's great misfortune struck. The women were

leaving

because they were villains, and the men were leaving because they were morons. Patrons them

shamelessly exploited with government support and fool the goalie does not sweep the stairs

because it was

Friend with that garbage owner. It Was

Very simply, they who had a heart of gold and a professional conscience always boundless

suffering

because of selfishness or abuse of power by others.

Marion quickly saturate their palavrele and spent the last two weeks of abstaining

hard to break some glass in the head. Of course, all these people were unhappy, but it was too

easy

to throw the blame on others. In late August, was in despair, or the abyss.

One of the waiters serving evening student in computer science, computer sold its like to

buy another better. Marion had no idea how to handle these tools, but it was

so simple that even a kindergarten child would understand how it works. Had wanted for a long

time

to buy an electric typewriter to replace the old "Underwood" his grandfather.

to the possibilities offered by Macintosh and price-1 student-waiter asked, she did not hesitate

any moment.

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dawn came, the building got up slowly. Hear pendula neighbor beating time

seven.

I do not understand; I had no particular problem, I have much of a worry or crisis

consciousness, but had to sleep increasingly less. Perhaps some deep anguish had

possession of her mind without her really knowing what and why. When thinking but more

Well, he said that, decided not not have problems, or in any case from those that would

insomnia justify these repeated. Listen, above it, walking around the room and his father Julien

said he would go up to her afternoon.

Liar! she thought. Obviously, you have issues, but are uneasy because you have no idea where

go your life, do not know where you're going, do not know what you do in a year, even two

months. "

-In Eighteen, it's normal, they all said it.

-No No, not normal; especially when you're a so-called gifted. Did you take the ferry easier than

you

passing through customs, as a formality, then do a year of college so as to amuse yourself,

because you

interested in philology and pushed you and Marc from behind. Then let everything go, you never

deal with

nothing without you even know what you're doing. You have plans, you next, you even love; and

yourself

wonder you can not sleep!

He did not like to argue with herself, for she did not know which of the two personalities have

right. He did not want to lie, but did not want to imagine it is one of those girls anguish

and tormented.

Maybe because I actually got insomnia bug!

He had read it, he was the first high school class, a book written in Spanish loves

more. pleased that he had managed to close beak, feel assuming the usual energy and descend to

buy comuri like to have breakfast with Julien and his father. He felt that it would be a good day,

although all

hot like all of these last weeks. At the curb, smiling dawn and

wondered who it was that book title. A small inner voice told him treacherously:

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- "A Year of Solitude"!

Julien come to open the door in pajamas, his eyes still glued to sleep.

Dad! Marion came! Brought comuri!

She heard the shower water flowing. With Julien hand, with the other coms, headed for

kitchen to prepare coffee and water heated to make milk chocolate.

Julien was awake by now for good. Climbed onto a stool, trying to pull the bowls. Marion him

let alone, sugar and sweetness out and put them on the table, looked a pot and cups cold milk

orange juice.

He liked to have breakfast with them, as if they were family. He could live like her parents,

living close to them, but not with them. Suddenly she realized that Julien for a while.

What have you, boy?

He seemed to wake up from a dream and muttered, dropping his eyes a summer sky color:

-That Would be good if thou art my mother ...

She had not expected this and prefer to sit quietly than faint foolishly tiles

kitchen, but thank Heaven that was not yet heart. He did not know what attitude to adopt; if

needed

to speak in a tone of joke and to make a biology course in order to explain that this

was impossible; or if needed, with a serious air, to make him understand that his mother,

whatever

be and wherever they may be, will always be his mother, etc., etc.

You're damn morning today!

They had come to jump for joy neck that appeared just in time. With the feeling that

is a bit cowardly and avoid the thorny discussions, went and kissed him on the cheek. Taking one

then

Julien in his arms and kissed him as telling and that still will have one day to talk.

Julien's father and realized that she had not slept all night, but refrained from telling him.

By tacit agreement, he never spoke not about her insomnia, weight or about you

lost regularly, and she

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not ever put questions about his wife, nor motiyele her absence.

He was glad that he was here because he loved much and Julien himself is pleased to see her. in

this city too high, which knew not only colleagues, Marion was like a sun

filled the gap lack of friendship, lack of oxygen, lack of love. in the village where he was born,

everyone knew everyone and everyone loved helping each other, or almost. Here, although living

in this house for seven years, as Julien had to tread a wrong step and fall into his arms

Marion for a lodger to address a word. He was becoming more nostalgia crickets

I heard you singing, and even cursed Mistral-1 so that ten years ago.

- Today, I and father go on a picnic in the countryside.

- No work today? she asked.

replied that it was normal to not work, since it was Saturday. Marion notes that

cause insomnia, gradually lost track of time. Or maybe it was the lack of a regular schedule

to blame.

- Would you come with us?

Why not? However, no further meeting with Alex than two days, and have enough time to

finish the chapter with "what happened after returning from Normandy," so he could relax a

day in the country, the grass raw, chirping birds, Quiet and clean sky.

She heard the shower water flowing. With Julien hand, with the other coms, headed for

kitchen to prepare coffee and water heated to make milk chocolate.

Julien was awake by now for good. Climbed onto a stool, trying to pull the bowls. Marion him

let alone, sugar and sweetness out and put them on the table, looked a pot and cups cold milk

orange juice.

He liked to have breakfast with them, as if they were family. He could live like her parents,

living close to them, but not with them. Suddenly she realized that Julien for a while.

What have you, boy?

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He seemed to wake up from a dream and muttered, dropping his eyes a summer sky color:

-That Would be good if thou art my mother ...

She had not expected this and prefer to sit quietly than faint foolishly tiles

kitchen, but thank Heaven that was not yet heart. He did not know what attitude to adopt; if

needed

to speak in a tone of joke and to make a biology course in order to explain that this

was impossible; or if needed, with a serious air, to make him understand that his mother,

whatever

be and wherever you will always remain his mother, etc., etc.

You're damn morning today!

They had come to jump for joy neck that appeared just in time. With the feeling that

is a bit cowardly and avoid the thorny discussions, went and kissed him on the cheek. Taking one

then

Julien in his arms and kissed him as telling and that still will have one day to talk.

Julien's father and realized that she had not slept all night, but refrained from telling him.

By tacit agreement, he never spoke not about her insomnia, weight or about you

lost regularly, and she is not never put questions about his wife or reasons

its absence.

He was glad that he was here because he loved much and Julien himself is pleased to see her. in

this city too high, which knew not only colleagues, Marion was like a sun

filled the gap lack of friendship, lack of oxygen, lack of love. in the village where he was born,

everyone knew everyone and everyone loved helping each other, or almost. Here, although living

in this house for seven years, as Julien had to tread a wrong step and fall into his arms

Marion for a lodger to address a word. He was becoming more nostalgia crickets

I heard you singing, and even cursed Mistral-1 so that ten years ago.

- Today, I and father go on a picnic in the countryside.

- No work today? she asked.

replied that it was normal to not work, since it was Saturday. Marion notes that

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