La Petite mort
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The day I was born,
my father was away on business.

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My mother sent him my picture.
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He said: "This monster
can't be my son. He's too ugly.

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There must be a mistake."
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But it was me.
:00:39
Martial?
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- How do I look?
- What's with you?

:00:47
Be honest. Am I ugly?
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Hideous. That's why
you're in my bed.

:00:56
Why? Do you want to trade places...
:00:59
...and let me photograph you?
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- Is it set at 60?
- Yeah, trust me.

:01:05
C'mon, don't take all night.
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I told you, not until I come!
:01:14
OK, my love. Hurry up.

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