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and had a magnolia between your breasts.

You were looking out at the park,

waiting for us to leave.

You wouldn't stop crushing that flower.

My name is Chauvin.

I must go home.

Can I meet you again?

That won't be easy.

I have a very fixed schedule.

But before going

I would have liked to know

one last detail,

even if you're not too sure.

Why did he finally kill her?

I don't know. That, I don't know.

But what you do reckon?

I think she asked him to kill her.

He didn't have any choice.

What's up?

I don't know.

My little darling.

- Can we go again?

- Where?

- Over there.

- Perhaps.

I'd like that.

I told my friend you were going to

buy me a red boat with an engine.

- Did you hear me?

- Yes, I heard you.

A red boat with an engine.

Look at that!

Look how tall you are now.

You've grown up a lot.

It's good.

Take off the handcuffs.

Come closer. Come on!

Do you recognise this?

How were you positioned?

Lie down as you did then.

Mr Chauvin...

Aren't you going to Bordeaux tonight?

No, not tonight.

I'm not used to not being at home

at this time of day.

What's with me? What's with me today?

- Everyone in town will know you and I...

- Everyone already does.

I went past your house last night.

The night was bright,

so I could see your garden clearly.

I stayed there a long time.

At the first floor on the right-hand side

two windows were still lit up.

It's my bedroom.

I couldn't sleep.

Neither could I.

I promised myself I'd stop coming.

And here I am.

I promised myself

I'd stop seeing you too.

I feel tired.

Tired...

like never before.

You said "Like never before".

Yes.

So you promised to never come again?

I promised myself I'd try.

It's mainly

because of that murder, you see.

Did you read the morning paper?

Yes.

- So you know...

- That you made it all up?

Not all of it.

I always knew,

always, all those years,

in the night, during the day...

I've kept thinking that everything,

everything is possible.

Please...

I'd like to know a little more about it.

Even if you're not too sure about things.

Even if you have to make it up.

You know...

They used to meet in an abandoned house.

By the sea.

Really?

It's sheltered from the wind

and it's warm there in summer.

The first time they met

it was a very hot summer.

Towards the end he quit his job.

They'd meet almost every day.

That house felt like their own.

They didn't know before going there

that it would be the end so soon.

No, they didn't know.

Sorry.

Do you like

other people's stories as much?

Yes.

You have no idea.

How about your own story?

Same thing.

If someone told it to me.

So?

The time came that,

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