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That Wednesday, I saw him straight away. Even from afar. In the middle of that absurd galaxy, I saw him straight away. He became the center. Beautiful as the sun. A white face framed by jet-black hair. High cheekbones beneath eyes whose color I couldn’t make out from a distance. But I recognized him by the way his chest was itching. He scratched his white shirt with a very specific vigorous.

pt.2/2

Often, I only found losers there on a Saturday night, who, stuffing bills into the dancers’ bikinis, believed they were taking revenge on life. That didn’t interest me. I was looking for the jackpot.

pt.1/2

Whenever we talked late into the night, I finally felt like I had real friends. The proof: I sold one of my last Fendi bags so that I could give Sophie a deluxe edition of Pascal’s Pensées for her birthday, a hardcover volume with gilt edging and glossy paper. She was genuinely moved; her fingers trembled as she turned the pages. I felt a twinge in my chest; I checked my pulse. Surprise! I had a heart.

The rest of the night, I was on my best behaviour…We had sex, pornographic moans and acrobatic moves for good measure. Exuberant orgasm: Palme d’Or at Cannes.

LMAO not the palme d’or 😭

The session lasted for a while. I put on classical music to cover up Lulu’s screams. Like a pig being slaughtered. A crime scene. I was afraid that our neighbours would call the police. In the end, the harvest was quite satisfactory: twenty bills in total.

skinning the man is too far 💀

“You’re not going to throw him in the trash, are you? Don’t throw him out, Anna, please.”

“Why are you crying, Lulu? It’s no big deal, we’ll buy another.”

He stared at me with disgust. “You’re a monster.”

Tears were streaming down his face into the wells of his dimple. It was inundated. The comma had become a period.

“I’d love to get my nose done.”

Lulu spat out his glass of wine.

“Anna, you’re not serious! You can’t risk going under the knife for no reason! Your nose is lovely.”

“Hey ho, young man!” Veronica interrupted. “Does women’s liberation mean nothing to you? We don’t need your permission. What’s next, we can’t have a checkbook or a bank account in our name? The patriarchy is over.”

He [Mehdi] continued by telling me about his problems, the bills he had to pay and all the rest. But I wasn’t listening. In his panicked eyes, wet with the anxiety of what lay ahead, I saw only the reflection of my own image. I was stunning. I examined my designer dress and my brand-name lipstick. I was smiling like in a dream. The world was in perfect harmony. The planets were finally aligned. 💀

We could have pulled that super classy move where you point a finger at a random city on the globe and take off, but I was too afraid we’d land on Frankfurt, Bucharest, or even Vierzon. Somewhere ugly and not at all Instagrammable. In the end, we decided, or rather I decided, on Tahiti.

they should’ve went to Dublin for Lulu

“If you don’t want to see a doctor, you could at least go to a dentist.”

“It will heal, and I promise, it’s not that bad. The most painful part is that you don’t want to kiss me anymore.”

What an idiot. I drew near his splitting lips and planted mine onto them. He was trying to reassure me because he loved me.