The Goddess of 1967 Page #4

My story.

A very, very long story.

Let 's go up to the car, okay?

We will find a very nice caf,

you know?

Cappuccino, cheesecake...

we'll sit under the sun.

A beautiful day.

Everything's fine now.

Don't worry. Let 's go.

Relax. Come on. Relax.

There's a voice inside my head,

and it 's yelling at me.

It says,

"Kill him! Kill the bastard!

Shoot him!

Kill this f***ing bastard!"

It's been yelling at me for many,

many years, day and night!

"Kill the bastard,

chop him to pieces!"

l have to do it!

Will you marry me?

Marry me, understand?

Marry.

We go away together.

Let 's go.

Sure, sure.

You're right.

What the f*** can you do

to stop people killing people?

What the f*** can l do to stop you

from killing your f***ing life?!

Nothing!

It's f***ing nothing l can do!

l love you.

It means nothing.

What the f*** can l do?

F***!

F***! F***!

F***!

l know you are here.

You're back.

l wanna know why.

0h, sh*t.

Did l do something wrong?

Why?

What time is it now?

Is it a sunny day up?

Clear skies.

-He'll be looking for me now.

-Who?

He'll never find me.

It's time to prepare dinner.

Esther will be home soon.

-And Marie.

-Marie's dead!

Still a little girl, my Marie.

All my little girls are back.

We must celebrate.

Some dinner music.

I'll open a bottle of our wonderful

Chateauneuf Du Pape.

You'll love it.

What do you wanna do

with the Goddess?

l don't know.

Where are we going?

l don't know.

What do you think?

Stop me before l crash, okay?

Honestly, I'm as blind as you.

Distansia

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