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Your book?
l'm on the last chapter.
l'm almost done.

You said that years ago.
Did l?
My wife said..
..it was too autobiographical
to interest anyone..

..apart from my psychoanalyst,..
..whom l don't go to anymore, so....
She found it sad, too.
- Maybe she's right. Who knows?
-Who knows?

No one likes sad things.
- Sure.
-And you?

l have a husband who considers me
too predictable and dependable,..

..to still be stimulating.
l transformed myself
into what he wanted,..

..and now he's searching for
what l used to be in others.

Those near us tend
to forget our good points.

Want to take a walk?
You look at me laughing,
do you think l'm stupid?

Tell him you betrayed him!
Tell him the truth!

From the diaphragm!
The truth.

- The truth.
- Good.

Tell him you're leaving
because you don't care anymore.

-You don't care anymore!
-You don't care anymore!

Good, let's go!
- To rehearsal.

This place remind you of anything?
Yes, it does.
l came back here.

When the shit hits the fan
at home, l go out,..

..and always end up here.
They caught us in the prime
of our youth, these assholes!