Helle Page #3

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always being bad.

I hugged him with all my heart,

but I stank so much

that he started to sniff.

"Ah, Clmence! " he said

and he pushed me away.

"What a dirty pig, this bastard.

He's covered with sh*t."

"Oh, Clmence!

Get him upstairs, please."

"I'm still getting angry,

but he's disgusting!"

It was the end of

the warm welcome.

No, not yet.

No!

I'm cold.

I'm cold.

I'm cold.

I'm... cold.

I'm cold.

Flower.

Flower.

Flower.

Flower.

Crown! Crown.

Crown.

Mom on starboard!

Oh, my dress is ruined.

Naughty me.

No, Fabrice, no!

I'm in love with Madame Fournier,

but since I've known her,

she never deigned to

throw a glance at me.

You're talking nonsense, doctor.

Confidence for confidence,

allow me to make this confession...

I chose to be a doctor

only to look at naked women.

You see, he's dead.

But you don't know

what it means, "dead."

Dead!

Look.

Here comes the favorite

cabinetmaker of our mother!

What did you do in Geneva?

Walking on the lake.

You said one night,

but you stayed for six days.

- You could have called.

- You know that I never phone.

When I don't see you,

I become mean.

That's your problem.

Hey Francois, please make me a

beautiful coffin between two tables.

Then maybe mom will enjoy

a little more her visits to me.

- Already leaving?

- Only to return sooner, my dear.

When?

You swear?

Shall we try to flirt?

Will you take us? We're late.

My sister is staying alone at the hotel.

Fabrice, may I introduce Nicole.

A poor man's Mata Han.

Good afternoon.

So you're acquainted

with this two cent Adonis?

- He's lucky that way.

- Well, your ride's not so bad.

My name is Greta.

Hi, Greta.

You're ready?

And if I was Fabrice?

Take it.

Thank you.

In return you give me

your name for ten minutes.

As you wish.

Thank you.

It won't work.

You lost your money.

Oh, you've no panties?

I know that.

Cute.

But you can't see anything.

But I can guess.

I imagine, I extrapolate.

It's a naughty thing?

- To extrapolate?

- Yes.

It means considering the maximum

of possibilities from an event.

In general, by analogy.

Or by exploration.

Leave me alone.

What? Why not now?

Leave me alone.

If it's because of Fabrice,

you're wrong.

Leave me alone.

When I start something

I follow it through.

Not here, you wouldn't dare.

You're leaving, sh'?

What?

Come.

This is your room?

No, it's Mademoiselle's room.

What is your name?

Fabrice.

They're playing

"the loser wins" upstairs.

I'm beginning to feel alone.

You're going to tear everything'?

I like it when you look at me.

I'm not like them.

You know, when I

really like someone...

You've never fondled a woman yet?

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

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