Showing posts with label Maurice Pialat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maurice Pialat. Show all posts
Saturday, September 18, 2010
"Maybe you were too good to her."
"You're joking. I beat her."
"You didn't ... how?"
"With my fists."
"I don't believe it."
"That's the way I am. I'm soft or I'm hard, nothing in between."
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