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They had met at a jazz concerto, in the suburbs St. Louis. They still had music to the ears, it could not end so abruptly. Then they went home, it was just next door. They listened to the vinyls Chloe sipping cognac.

He wanted, she wanted too. He was alone, she was not pretty.

And then when Charlie woke up, he began a long time to realize he was not home, but in a strange bed, smelling of lavender and a brass saxophone. He turned to Chloe. She had a completely different face to the light, which pierced the shutters lazily. His hair was blond brassy and framed an oval face, perfect. His lips stretched into a very rosy smile frozen and shaken by sleep. His eyelids were moving translucent fringe of his eyelashes. Charlie could tell he was hiding two globes curious, green bottle. From his temple to his chin digging the mark of the pillow. Adorable.

It was perhaps not so trivial after all.

Quietly, he raised himself on his elbow and threw a glance at the bedside. Under the lamp Rococo lay a copy of One Hundred Years of loneliness. The salon was

full of old books smelled of dust and surrounded by photographs of small wooden frames. Pieces of life.

Finally, he longed to know, that Chloe. He had planned to slip away, without leaving his number, as usual. But a girl named Chloe, like the song Ellington, how can it be like all the others, eh?

So good. Everyone can make mistakes. At night, all cats are gray. I guess the girls too.

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It's raining outside.

Lucas holds the camera. We hear the laughter in the video. They sing. Very wrong, but they do not care, after all they are not there for that. They sing very loud, and when the music stops to let his place barely cooled to another, their ears ringing painfully. Lisa has the voice that goes wrong, it's a lot Garance laugh. It smells alcohol banana, Lisa, anyway she still feels the sugar. She dances with small, jerky movements with his grace all its own. His big green eyes laughing louder than his throat, and it's beautiful to see.

Rain sign a truce.

They burn a cigarette near the pavilion in the garden. Leaning over the wall, they whispered little things, a smile. They are often, but Garance has always dreams to tell, the books advise, criticize movies, gossip to spill ... And sometimes they do not even need to talk. Lisa smiles again. Winston hung his lips, like a little firefly, gives an unflappable air and wild.

"It is notorious around here at night. I know a girl who was attacked in the corner over there. "

One last puff and the cigarette falls a few feet below, in a small shower of sparks.

"Beware of cactus! "

Lisa turned, his face is bathed in light and shadow. She is very beautiful. Garance wants to take her in his arms but Lisa already short to return.

The rain has returned.