Jeune & jolie Page #5

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to take me a day of childhood...

and who would leave me...

away!

If I had to have described...

I would undoubtedly wrong.

But I already liked his smile...

have known before.

- Do you want to go home?

- Not the first night.

When I saw him,

It was a bit like that...

had nothing anyone.

But I knew he was...

and none other.

- Spring -

- Lunch is ready, Victor.

Sh*t.

- Are they coming?

- Yes, we can begin.

- You know it is the first day of summer today?

- Yes, I know.

Sorry, I do not know what is wrong with me.

- What are you doing?

- Now let me handle this!

- Good morning.

- Hi Alex, come sit!

- Isabelle is coming?

- Yes, she is showering.

- And you, do not you shower?

- Not yet.

- Do you bother?

- No, it smells.

- What are you drinking? Coffee?

- Yes, thank you.

- How was the concert last night?

- Great, I love this band.

There was a party afterwards,

but we were not going to.

- Why?

- Because Isabelle wanted to return early.

- I am not guilty.

- I know.

She is too serious, just

thinking about studying.

Isabelle, what are you doing?

Come, get yourself a croissant!

- Where will we go for

vacation this summer?

- It is a sensitive issue.

- At Clos!

- Me, I would like to go back to Al Clos.

At least, a couple of weeks.

- What are you reading?

- Lesmois.

- What is it?

- Now you need to be quiet, I want to read in peace.

- Do you not want to quit?

- Yes, but later.

- So you are ignoring me?

- It is over, Alex.

- What? What ended?

- We.

- Why do you say this?

- Because I am not in love with you.

- Why, and what did I do?

- Nothing. I am. It is so.

We are good together.

We had fun, right?

- Yes.

- Then? Give us time!

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Want to play PlayStation?

- Go!

- Where is Alex?

- He left.

- Why was he not saying goodbye to me when leaving?

- I do not know. He looked sad.

- What did he say?

- Nothing. He did not want to play.

- Did you tell him?

- No.

- Perhaps he suspects?

- Not that.

- Good morning, Miss.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Miss. Do you want a drink?

- I am waiting for someone.

- Good morning.

- Can I sit?

- Yes.

- What do you take?

- Like you.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

- Please, two whiskey.

- I found your number

in one of his agendas.

- Lea.

- It was my nickname.

- I know.

- I wanted to meet.

Learning how the last girl was

to see my husband before he dies.

- Sorry.

You do not have to reproach yourself.

He was sick.

Die making love is a cute death, right?

You are young. And very pretty.

- Thank you.

- Too pretty. Did not imagine that.

- Neither imagined you so.

- Oh, yeah?

- Have you talked about me?

- No, never.

- How old are you really?

- 17 years.

- 17. What a lovely age.

I also was 17 when I met Georges.

I knew he saw other women.

At first it hurt, but...

finally I settled me.

I was always melancholic.

If I had been brave, less shy...

I wish men paid to make love to me.

But I never dared.

I thought at times. As a fantasy.

Now, I am older, too. I would have to pay.

You did it in room 6095, right?

- Yes.

- It is booked. And I would

like you to accompany me.

300 Euros. That was your rate?

- So, it was here?

- Yes.

- I needed to see this room.

We love to the end.

Always with the same tenderness.

- You want to talk or undress me?

- It will not be necessary.

- Sorry.

- Come to bed with me!

- I also needed to see this room.

Thank you.

I tend Streets unless anyone...

almost anyone.

City forces me

feverish pace to follow...

feverish pace.

But when we get together...

when you return to the night...

just a look...

to be me!

I touch the sky with my fingers...

the world beneath my feet...

as first...

me!

The streets, bring me back

a monotonous life...

a monotonous life.

Town

I get lost, I forget, neglect me...

abandoned me.

But when we get together...

when the sky turns black...

just a look...

to be me!

I touch the sky with my fingers...

the world beneath my feet...

as first...

me!

Hear, feel and see.

Me!

As first...

me!

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