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It's funny.

Happy as I feel today,

I still feel like I've f***ed things up.

F***ed up my life.

My family's lives.

Like I don't deserve to live.

Don't worry.

I could never do that.

I'd never do that to my girls.

But, since I often take the plane,

it's not me who'll decide

if at some point...

You were here.

Time for your bath.

It's ironic.

It's my ex who pushed me into her arms.

When she was afraid I'd relapse,

she called my mother

to subtly let her know I wasn't well.

Next day my mom called,

pretending my dad wasn't well.

Good night.

The day after...

I asked him to come to a meeting with me.

Am I disturbing you?

What you up to?

Mom knew he'd never say no.

And my ex knew I'd never say no to my mom.

Pretty sly, those two!

So we went to a meeting because

we thought the other needed it.

I hate A.A. meetings.

I can't stand the sanctimony,

the endless hugging.

What?

Go!

What's your name?

Vero. What's yours?

Laurent.

Mr. and Mrs. de Chesnay.

Hello.

Cute.

Bye, Mom.

I love you.

See you later.

Bye, girls.

Bye, Dad.

He smells good.

Your dad and I

are written in the stars.

Don't worry.

Our Father in heaven...

Do you believe in soul mates?

I'm not sure.

I like it.

I like the idea.

That someone, somewhere

is made for you, forever.

That's how I felt at first with my ex.

Maybe not as strong as this time,

but still...

Looking back, I feel like a loser.

Actually...

the idea loses its strength,

its meaning.

If it's a soul mate...

it's not supposed to end, right?

It's not supposed to happen twice.

Romantic.

I guess.

What made you leave one soul mate

for the other?

You sound just like my dad.

Travel's good for kids,

and for couples too.

Your grandmother and I...

The stories behind these photos...

You can't imagine!

We don't want to imagine.

Be polite, little brat!

One year earlier

Angline?

Sorry.

- What is it?

- Be right back.

Will you say your blessing?

Well, we'll ask the Good Lord

to bless us.

To bless the new year

that's beginning.

Or what's left of it.

Because in my day,

the blessing was on January 1st,

not a month later.

May it brings us

health,

happiness,

and love.

In the name of the Father,

Son and Holy Spirit.

Happy New Year!

Short and sweet, this year!

Thanks, Gramps.

You cruising for a bruising?

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year my love!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, big ears!

Same to you, smelly poo!

- Do you do this every year?

- Yup.

Though not a soul here

goes to Mass or believes in God.

I think it's nice.

You think everything's nice.

Only because

I'm happy.

Happier than I've ever been.

I wonder why.

People are staring.

Let them envy us our happiness,

for once.

Whether they like it or not.

Know what I like about you?

The sense of peace.

The peace of mind,

knowing that I've found it.

That I can stop looking.

I've finally found someone

who feels love like I feel it,

who wants to believe in it

the way I do.

It's reassuring, isn't it?

That we're both

such romantics,

pathetically so. Completely so.

Listening to you

is giving me an erection.

You know what?

Something tells me that

even with no erection - because,

it'll hit us too,

in a couple of years, our desire

won't come as often,

or as strong...

I hope so,

'cause you're wearing me out.

I can't keep up this rhythm long.

Even with zero desire...

With or without libido...

with your coffee breath,

your habit of breaking things,

your hair clogging the tub drain...

I choose you. You're my last and only.

I don't want anyone else.

Marry me.

I want to take that vow with you.

To love you all my life.

I wasn't planning

to drop that on you here.

We don't have to tell anyone.

A small, intimate wedding,

just us two.

No church, no priest.

Or a big wedding with a huge mob,

if you want.

Nowadays it doesn't mean much.

- But for me it does.

- Stop it.

Shut up, ok?

Is that a yes?

Yes.

Why didn't I meet you sooner?

Sure you won't come for a nightcap?

Don't you miss it?

I miss it.

I'll leave them both to you.

I love you, you crazy nut!

Me too!

Bye, Mom!

Are you going for errands or not?

Love you!

Go slurp somewhere else.

If that's her way of getting mad at you,

she could be more rock'n roll.

She seems nice, don't you think?

Who?

Rose.

She'd make a good friend.

Don't play it cool.

Just keep hating her.

Get over it.

First time I've called her

by her name.

It suits her.

A fresh spring blossom.

B*tch! That's her real name.

Turn it down, now.

I'm past all resentment.

It's time to move on.

You call this moving on?

I just want to know

more about my dreams.

- Don't tell me you dream about her?

- No.

I often dream about

a little monster.

I don't know, a little boy.

And?

I can't make him out very well.

It's dark.

He doesn't want to be seen,

or he's hiding.

But where is he? Who is he?

I don't know.

Here again?

When will you learn to sleep in

your room, little imp?

Jacqueline, scram.

Take my car.

You're an angel, Paul.

That's why Mom named me

after an apostle.

A saint.

C'mon, move your ass!

No! No!

- Come on.

- That's enough now!

What's wrong?

What's up, tiger?

I wish I knew.

She won't let go of your son.

We can't separate them.

Vero has to go home,

like everyone else.

I want to stay with Vero.

What kind of nonsense is that?

No!

Perhaps he could come over?

- What's going on?

- Quiet down!

That's enough now!

Up yours, a**hole!

Introducing Veronique!

- Hello.

- Laurent.

I owe you.

Did you lock up?

Thieves don't hit this slum.

He wastes no time.

A precocious little boy.

Don't you start.

Do we sit down?

No, your pal works

Thursdays and Fridays.

- Caf, Mom.

- Don't you start now!

A little boat for the gent

and what can I make for Madame?

My assistant, Laurent.

Hello, Madame. Some cof... herb... ea.

Herbal tea?

No, thank you, young man.

A courteous boy.

How's... wat... temperat... Madame?

The water temperature?

It's fine. Thank you, young man.

Vero, we'll put this pretty flower

in your hair.

- I know how to do it.

- Then do it.

Very good.

Vero, your parents are here.

I want to stay with Laurent.

Darling.

I want to stay here.

You're beautiful!

What a lovely hairdo.

Did you do her hair?

Yes.

- It's lovely.

- Thank you.

- So, are you going to tell me?

- What?

Is Vero your girlfriend?

Yes.

- Aren't you a bit young to have a steady?

- No.

She's beautiful.

Her mom is too.

I must be dreaming.

So what was that tantrum at school?

I won't have it, I'm warning you.

Sorry, Mom.

I think I'm in love with her.

You've known her two months.

You're 7 years old.

What do you know about love at 7?

Don't make me laugh.

I love her like I love you.

A real heartbreaker.

I think about her a lot...

when I listen to Caf.

Mom?

Don't wake her up!

What's she doing?

Mom!

She scares me sometimes.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

Just a feeling.

You can see how she's suffering.

As much as I want to hold her,

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