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Je n’ai jamais écrit, croyant le faire, je n’ai jamais aimé, croyant aimer.
He did not try to hear the answer.
All right, all right, everything’s all right.
I’m not one to judge.
He was outside, out in the cold, insignificant. He could not do anything.
It has all happened a hundred times in my mind.
Now, where are we bound?
I’d be interested in that, but nothing else.
I had learned a craft and had worked hard learning it.
But the tactics vary.
You can imagine the rest.
If only there were someone to trust — someone I know.
I think. I scribble notes.
All things to remember; some dark, some light.
Let us talk of better things!
There is only time for patience and care.
There is no time for mystery.
He was thinking many things.
Les mots sont faciles, liants.
Mais c’est une idée magnifique !
On s’habitue aux défauts des autres.
La peur qui donne la main au désir.
Je pensais confusément : cela devait arriver, cela devait arriver.
Vous êtes incroyable.
La liberté de choisir moi-même ma vie, de me choisir moi-même.
Sous ce jour, le débat était simple.
Je vous ai fait très mal ?
Cela n’a pas grand sens.
Les gens disent que la sieste est très reposante.
Je ne trouvai rien à répondre.
It’s the time of year.
What’s happened to you?
We might have been friends.
You’re all right.
Neither of them said anything.
Could I live here?
Shhh! Don’t tell anybody, friend, but – I’m in love.
Is it that they speak in unknown tongues?
There were so many things she hadn’t said to him.
It was like trying to look into the future.
It was going to take a long time to get out.
No. He just wanted her. He was intrigued by her.
Was he in love with her? He examined his feeling about her with care.
Yeah, he thought. That’s what it is.
She didn’t know what her answer would be.
Yet what else could she have done?
Her mouth curved as though she were about to smile.
Kiss me to show you’re sorry.
He will stand here all day if he has to.
More people having more and more thoughts.