I remember those times when we found ourselves alone in the coffee area; we lost all sense of time, we were so happy to be together – so much so that one day, the assistant director came to chase us away…
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I remember this florist shop from Place Bellecour in Lyon that I drew at the time with Paint, and which you appreciated so much…
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I remember your finger between my shoulders and the electric shock I felt as I looked out the window and daydreamed in a hallway…
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I remember a group evening I didn't want to participate in... I didn't want to get attached to you, yet at the same time, I wanted to create a longing in you... Great success: I couldn't stop thinking about you that whole lonely evening…
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I remember thinking that I couldn’t act with you the way I had acted with my previous encounters… You were special; you seemed to know all my tricks... and never let any of your emotions show…
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I remember a great incomprehension; even though I found you pretty, I felt no physical desire for you; I just needed to be in your presence...
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