Bye Bye Blondie Page #5

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Poor Gloria!

But one has to create a life.

You have to build up your life

show some effort, have some courage!

You have not built up any

whatsoever!

Violence is a brainwashing language.

It impresses only idiots!

It is you who is responsible for the violence,

Frances.

-Do not touch me!

-You live with sick people.

You lie every time you open your mouth.

I do not know you.

Take the keys. Plug and dig down!

Go and f*** them!

Come on! Do it, Gloria.

When we have a little fun?

They know how to enjoy themselves.

They are not wasting time. When do we have

fun? When do we laugh together?

I've had enough of your

Office Hours and priorities.

Now leave. It's over. Get out! Leave!

I'm leaving when I decide!

not when someone says that to me!

-So pathetic you are.

-Pathetic?

Just the word I was looking for:

pathetic.

Frances?

What are you doing there?

I saw that you came home alone.

Are you still up?

You had to right

that it didn't last two weeks even.

It is over.

I had forgotten the feeling there,

there ... there.

I was so afraid that you would

leave me when she came ...

... Until tonight.

When I held you tight I felt

I had lost you.

What we have in common

doesn't interest you anymore.

She is a beast and dangerous

to the public, that girl.

But it is her you need.

What will you do about it?

Is it Gloria you're talking about,

or do I dream?

You're going to lose

everything that you stand for ...

But ... it does not matter.

You, then ... and your novel?

Not a word, not a line ...

I'm done.

But I will also accept this.

I'll change lives.

I will be leaving town

and put the writing behind me.

I think of Brittany ...

maybe open a creperie with Csar.

A crperie ... yes ...

Csar would fit in a crperie.

She replaces FRANCES MUIR

-Will you be ok?

-It only hurts when I breathe.

You can be with me today.

I'm not working.

No, leaving

after the first fight.

If it goes to hell, it is not

something to do. But it was good, too.

It had not lasted long.

Thank you, everyone! Thank you, Frances!

Remove the guests their miking, thanks!

-Shall we go?

I'm coming.

I expected it. You warned me.

-What will you do now?

-Take me along. You give me my purse?

-Take a little vacation with your girlfriend!

-Is this your makeup?

-No.

-Then I'll take it.

I would've told you right away

but Jean-Baptiste would not let.

It was not the end of the world. You can't

be sitting in the box all my life.

Excuses! I'll go to Jean-Baptiste.

We have to cover the rest of

season. Hlne replaces you.

-Could you not have waited the year out?

-Then I would also be fired.

And to warn me was too hard?

-I also have the day ...

... When I find my stuff

in a box outside my office.

-That's it, we're no angels.

-You think that you have friends ...

... Which says that the rumors are incorrect,

then lets one see it on the street.

It's not personal,

that's how it goes.

I must go ... See you soon

and we'll talk about the future, ok?

-Relax. I'll help you.

-You, Jean-Baptiste!

What happened?

-Come!

Come here!

Here!

Frances!

Frances!

How much regret not

when it is too late.

When one remembers the last time-

-Before it loses a few ounces soul.

How heavily does not weigh the

that is strangled to please others.

To arouse desire in others.

To show all the time

that was laid down ... in vain.

Rasedyr, beautifully disciplined ...

She had never severed ties

to childhood, -

-The wild and carefree.

They were an oath to each other.

The framework had changed,

Figures released another ...

But it never came between them.

Here she comes.

You go. She's yours.

I'm embarrassed by what is happening.

I do not recognize anything.

As if no one has hurt me.

I am innocent of everything I do.

I'm not afraid of you.

You will get everything that is needed.

I'm not afraid to let you

in, nothing with you scares me.

At the last breath,

what really counts?

The proof of desire,

happiness of being together ...

-A sunspot on the skin ...

Now we go home.

An exchange of words ...

For once she was full.

Bodies subsisting

on the other's breath.

She would no longer

fight against it.

She went her way.

She lost everything,

and she found himself.

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