Once Upon a Time Veronica Page #3

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I can't stand this administrator.

I'll handle it, dad.

Living in a flat it is safer...

but dealing with this administrator

is such a burden.

Problems?

The other day I saw a patient

with Catatonic Schizophrenia.

It's as if the person were paralyzed,

doing nothing, saying nothing...

a mummy.

t'sawful.

It's not books

and teachers anymore...

it's real people sitting

in front of me every day.

Sometimes it feels like I'm just

rubber-stamping sick notes...

giving medical leave

and writing prescriptions.

And then there are the chronic

cases, whichjust get worse.

And there's not much you can do.

Doctor, I'm going to give you

a prescription.

Go out and let your hair down.

Why don't you go out tonight?

I'd better not, dad.

I have to sort this out.

I have reports to do.

I don't ever want another day like

the one I had at the hospital today.

No more responsibility.

Relax, everything will be fine.

I hearthat since the start of the

course, and it keeps getting worse.

Let's make a toast?

Atoast to Cia's trip, a toast

to Maria's trip and to my crisis.

It's all standardized.

In our hearts.

Our way of loving.

Doesn't seem to be ours at all.

It's all standardized.

Rage aims at me.

Aims, but misses me.

But my aim was confused.

Forever moving love

To a new address.

Cold.

Rage doesn't take aim.

Doesn't aim

But I hit you in the chest.

Whenever love changes address.

Rage aims me.

Dear Recorder...

the good thing

about being in a crisis...

is that when I get like this...

my libido goes through the roof.

I vent everything through sex.

It's all standardized.

What's a kiss?

Osculation...

contact with another's lips...

that results in a low smacking sound

caused by suction.

French-kissing is not kissing.

It's sex.

There's nothing better

than kissing.

Desire.

Desire.

Desire.

Hey, the bed's moving.

Put yourfeet on the floor,

it'll stop.

Like this.

- Both of them?

- Yeah.

- This f***ing thing's still moving.

- It'll get better.

It's making me dizzy.

I need an interval.

An interval?

Girl, this ain'tno stage play.

I mean it, move over.

Let's go to sleep.

We'll get some sleep...

then we wake up

and have breakfast.

Don't worry. Take your clothes off

and I'll do the rest.

I'm serious, buddy.

Move back a little.

Buddy, my ass.

Buddy, my ass.

Come on, girl.

- Does he know anything?

- No.

That's why he's been

so emotional.

I think he's been

sensing something.

I don't want you

to tell him, please.

I'm sorry.

This used to be an art-house

cinema, remember?

Now it's abandoned.

That overthere was a big store.

Then it became several

smaller stores.

And afterthat it was turned into a

church of the Newsomething or other...

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