Saturday, September 18, 2010
"Maybe you were too good to her."
"You're joking. I beat her."
"You didn't ... how?"
"With my fists."
"I don't believe it."
"That's the way I am. I'm soft or I'm hard, nothing in between."
Labels:
faces,
Maurice Pialat,
night
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