Francoise stirred up by the Board of sunny weather. Today morning it surprised. It was raining and she had more and more concerns. She was afraid of myself. And most of Friday's celebration with Michel. Certainly it was the idea to do Violetin nastrkať invitations and flowers to them, which is close to that person. Therefore, multiple hall in lavender. Anticipated that there will remain so until someone neodhodlá collect it. Zaškvŕkalo in her abdomen. She was hungry, but the home had no food except apples, which she ate on the road to Michel. Knocked him to doors, as on Sunday and the rain did not open and not raised. How else, asleep. After half an hour begging for its great coffee and the pie was opened just always on. But today it did not open. She opened her Elle. -Hi, come in here will not stand in the rain-like said nothing and smiled. She was dressed in an old gray sweater that belonged to Michel, black leggings and had blond hair combed upwards. It was the day the day nicer and nicer. Since she left, it grew from a woman. She sat on the desk and lit a. Even when reminded of an angel blowing smoke. Such from the movie by Luc Besson. Puzzled expression Francoise her laugh so much that they had to start laughing and she.
-Tell me what happened, Elle! - And Elle started again.
My big dream was to Cape Town. But because of the high ticket price to Cape Town was held. I knew that Pierre also travels. Spain to collect fruit. I joined him and we lived in an old shack in the field. Izbietka only one, two and my old dog foul. Scraped all the time, so I could not even sleep peacefully. Pierre tried to oust him every night out, but, that dog incredibly zavíjalo. If the problem was just a dog, complained I would be so much. Another problem was an old fat man with greasy hair and on their own can of green saliva. It was our boss. He lived in the adjacent hut. During the semester she spent there with what I saw him move from a chair. He sat on it, spit into the cans and troll around the same songs. I was glad that I dropped out from there. The second stop was Milan. Pierre went there to visit his brother Paul. We lived with him when I stopped on the street. Stood before me the old man on a bicycle in the blue shirt. Come down from the bike and brought me into his study. There pofotil me and told me to stop the next morning on the and the street with photos. I was in shock, but I went home. In the evening I had two hours of thinking look their photos. I was for them another. Such beautiful, as Pierre said, after he saw them.
the next morning I stopped there. Were thrilled. I confused. That day taught me to walk on the catwalk, made me another book and the next day I had a few castings. Almost all take me. During the week I had had some shooting and at least four surveys. But it was not for me. Therefore, after I packed and left. Pierre returned home and I ran away to London. I stayed in a small motel on the outskirts of town and did a small bookstore. I had no forces to return home. But over time I started to miss you. Even after what happened here. So, here I am.
-Elle, is still angry? - she asked Francois.
-No, it has already passed. I know who I am, I know who you are and you know what a pig is Clément- replied zahasila and third cigarette in the ashtray.
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