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and do what any clear-thinking woman

would've done long ago in your shoes:

Sue his ass.

The bastard.

I don't think it's normal.

Two years later,

I feel like bawling

whenever I hear songs she liked.

Our oldest girl, little brat,

she does it on purpose,

rubbing salt in the wound,

playing songs that remind me of her mom.

At first kids always dream of seeing

their parents reunited.

Not just at first.

On the other hand,

are there songs in your life

that make you want to crank it up?

To live?

To make love?

Please, send me the titles!

- Can I hold her?

- Sure you can.

Two years earlier

Who is that?

You mean the song or the girl?

If only it'd been a masterpiece.

No,

a pleasant little tune,

almost banal,

but that makes you want to stop,

look around,

seize the moment.

That makes you see life

the way it should always be.

Beautiful.

You know?

Complete strangers

all smiled at me

like they understood my joy

at seeing life the way I see it,

thanks to music.

They smiled because you smiled.

Prick my bubble.

I wasn't smiling.

I mean, I was smiling,

thinking about what I was feeling,

experiencing,

what music brings to my life.

Dad?

Nadine invited me over. Can I go?

Did you ask Mom?

She said to ask you.

Go for it, kiddo!

Did you try to see her?

No.

Separating wasn't an option for us.

What's that?

I'm changing songs.

We've endured it for months.

Electro, chill out, lounge...

How many versions do you have?

Can't a guy like a song?

Yes, but not bug people with it.

Still, I prefer it to...

Three nutcases!

Lock 'em in the loony bin.

It's funny.

Happy as I feel today,

I still feel like I've f***ed things up.

F***ed up my life.

My family's lives.

Like I don't deserve to live.

Don't worry.

I could never do that.

I'd never do that to my girls.

But, since I often take the plane,

it's not me who'll decide

if at some point...

You were here.

Time for your bath.

It's ironic.

It's my ex who pushed me into her arms.

When she was afraid I'd relapse,

she called my mother

to subtly let her know I wasn't well.

Next day my mom called,

pretending my dad wasn't well.

Good night.

The day after...

I asked him to come to a meeting with me.

Am I disturbing you?

What you up to?

Mom knew he'd never say no.

And my ex knew I'd never say no to my mom.

Pretty sly, those two!

So we went to a meeting because

we thought the other needed it.

I hate A.A. meetings.

I can't stand the sanctimony,

the endless hugging.

What?

Go!

What's your name?

Vero. What's yours?

Laurent.

Mr. and Mrs. de Chesnay.

Hello.

Cute.

Bye, Mom.

I love you.

See you later.

Bye, girls.

Bye, Dad.

He smells good.

Your dad and I

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