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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
you…? (silence) i knew you were watching it. (léger rire) oh, wait a sec. (bruits derrière) got to clean up some stuff.
hm ? oh, nothing. (silence) ah. i can call later, if you want. i - i mean - you're at the bar, right ? fuck, of course. sorry. i can - (soupir furieux) sorry.
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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
you…? (silence) i knew you were watching it. (léger rire) oh, wait a sec. (bruits derrière) got to clean up some stuff.
hm ? oh, nothing. (silence) ah. i can call later, if you want. i - i mean - you're at the bar, right ? fuck, of course. sorry. i can - (soupir furieux) sorry.
(rire) don't worry that's okay you're not bothering me. i can do this later; i'm on the sofa right now. just want to hear your voice.
ah - (silence) okay. okay, good. i - yeah, i miss your. voice. i mean. happy to hear it, i guess.. (raclement de gorge ) so, i'm pretty sure you're not gonna like this letter. (rire) i - i wanted to - i mean. i regret this letter. it's embarrassing.
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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
you…? (silence) i knew you were watching it. (léger rire) oh, wait a sec. (bruits derrière) got to clean up some stuff.
hm ? oh, nothing. (silence) ah. i can call later, if you want. i - i mean - you're at the bar, right ? fuck, of course. sorry. i can - (soupir furieux) sorry.
(rire) don't worry that's okay you're not bothering me. i can do this later; i'm on the sofa right now. just want to hear your voice.
ah - (silence) okay. okay, good. i - yeah, i miss your. voice. i mean. happy to hear it, i guess.. (raclement de gorge ) so, i'm pretty sure you're not gonna like this letter. (rire) i - i wanted to - i mean. i regret this letter. it's embarrassing.
(rire léger) well, i'm ready to hear it!
i - ok. but. don't talk, please. i'ts - i was wrong, ok ? and - and maybe ( marmonne) jealous. ( raclement de gorge) okay j'ai compris. tu trouves jad de ton goût, c'est ça ? si c'est le cas, c'est bon. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'suis sur que tu lui plais aussi. dis lui et arrête de vouloir gagner ses faveurs en parlant à son meilleur pote en prison en mode pité ou je sais pas. sérieux c'est pitoyable. vous passez déjà votre vie ensemble de toute manière, à en croire ce que tu écris. tu dois bien te marrer, quand même. j'dois faire pauvre mec à tes yeux, à te regarder tout le temps. tu te dis quoi, hein ? je devais être dans ton champ de vision, en fait, quand tu voulais mater jad. un obstacle. tu dois être heureux que je sois derrière les barreaux, tu peux la regarder plus facilement, maintenant. tu sais ce qui est le plus drôle, la dedans ? c'est que j'y ai cru. j'y ai cru, parfois, lorsque jad insistait un peu trop et disait que tu me trouvais aussi de ton goût. pitoyable. wow. en tous cas. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'lui dirais que je reçois toujours tes lettres ou je sais pas. j'ai pas envie d'être pris dans votre histoire à deux balles. fous moi la paix et va la draguer. même si, j'imagine, t'es déjà en train de le faire. (silence) well i'm gonna die. (rire nerveux)
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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
you…? (silence) i knew you were watching it. (léger rire) oh, wait a sec. (bruits derrière) got to clean up some stuff.
hm ? oh, nothing. (silence) ah. i can call later, if you want. i - i mean - you're at the bar, right ? fuck, of course. sorry. i can - (soupir furieux) sorry.
(rire) don't worry that's okay you're not bothering me. i can do this later; i'm on the sofa right now. just want to hear your voice.
ah - (silence) okay. okay, good. i - yeah, i miss your. voice. i mean. happy to hear it, i guess.. (raclement de gorge ) so, i'm pretty sure you're not gonna like this letter. (rire) i - i wanted to - i mean. i regret this letter. it's embarrassing.
(rire léger) well, i'm ready to hear it!
i - ok. but. don't talk, please. i'ts - i was wrong, ok ? and - and maybe ( marmonne) jealous. ( raclement de gorge) okay j'ai compris. tu trouves jad de ton goût, c'est ça ? si c'est le cas, c'est bon. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'suis sur que tu lui plais aussi. dis lui et arrête de vouloir gagner ses faveurs en parlant à son meilleur pote en prison en mode pité ou je sais pas. sérieux c'est pitoyable. vous passez déjà votre vie ensemble de toute manière, à en croire ce que tu écris. tu dois bien te marrer, quand même. j'dois faire pauvre mec à tes yeux, à te regarder tout le temps. tu te dis quoi, hein ? je devais être dans ton champ de vision, en fait, quand tu voulais mater jad. un obstacle. tu dois être heureux que je sois derrière les barreaux, tu peux la regarder plus facilement, maintenant. tu sais ce qui est le plus drôle, la dedans ? c'est que j'y ai cru. j'y ai cru, parfois, lorsque jad insistait un peu trop et disait que tu me trouvais aussi de ton goût. pitoyable. wow. en tous cas. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'lui dirais que je reçois toujours tes lettres ou je sais pas. j'ai pas envie d'être pris dans votre histoire à deux balles. fous moi la paix et va la draguer. même si, j'imagine, t'es déjà en train de le faire. (silence) well i'm gonna die. (rire nerveux)
did you really think what you wrote? (rire) you cute, cliff. (court silence) well, to be honest. (court silence) i thought you… i thought i was bothering you more than… well. i felt like i was fourteen. you make me feel like i'm fourteen.
ah - well. you was right. i didn't like it, at first. but then - you stopped. and god (rire) i was so angry. i still have all your letters. i mean - i don't know where, but i still have them. i - (silence) i wish i knew you, at fourteen. did you have tattoos ? i like them, you know. always wished to see them closer. (silence, raclement de gorge ) eh, yea.
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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
you…? (silence) i knew you were watching it. (léger rire) oh, wait a sec. (bruits derrière) got to clean up some stuff.
hm ? oh, nothing. (silence) ah. i can call later, if you want. i - i mean - you're at the bar, right ? fuck, of course. sorry. i can - (soupir furieux) sorry.
(rire) don't worry that's okay you're not bothering me. i can do this later; i'm on the sofa right now. just want to hear your voice.
ah - (silence) okay. okay, good. i - yeah, i miss your. voice. i mean. happy to hear it, i guess.. (raclement de gorge ) so, i'm pretty sure you're not gonna like this letter. (rire) i - i wanted to - i mean. i regret this letter. it's embarrassing.
(rire léger) well, i'm ready to hear it!
i - ok. but. don't talk, please. i'ts - i was wrong, ok ? and - and maybe ( marmonne) jealous. ( raclement de gorge) okay j'ai compris. tu trouves jad de ton goût, c'est ça ? si c'est le cas, c'est bon. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'suis sur que tu lui plais aussi. dis lui et arrête de vouloir gagner ses faveurs en parlant à son meilleur pote en prison en mode pité ou je sais pas. sérieux c'est pitoyable. vous passez déjà votre vie ensemble de toute manière, à en croire ce que tu écris. tu dois bien te marrer, quand même. j'dois faire pauvre mec à tes yeux, à te regarder tout le temps. tu te dis quoi, hein ? je devais être dans ton champ de vision, en fait, quand tu voulais mater jad. un obstacle. tu dois être heureux que je sois derrière les barreaux, tu peux la regarder plus facilement, maintenant. tu sais ce qui est le plus drôle, la dedans ? c'est que j'y ai cru. j'y ai cru, parfois, lorsque jad insistait un peu trop et disait que tu me trouvais aussi de ton goût. pitoyable. wow. en tous cas. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'lui dirais que je reçois toujours tes lettres ou je sais pas. j'ai pas envie d'être pris dans votre histoire à deux balles. fous moi la paix et va la draguer. même si, j'imagine, t'es déjà en train de le faire. (silence) well i'm gonna die. (rire nerveux)
did you really think what you wrote? (rire) you cute, cliff. (court silence) well, to be honest. (court silence) i thought you… i thought i was bothering you more than… well. i felt like i was fourteen. you make me feel like i'm fourteen.
ah - well. you was right. i didn't like it, at first. but then - you stopped. and god (rire) i was so angry. i still have all your letters. i mean - i don't know where, but i still have them. i - (silence) i wish i knew you, at fourteen. did you have tattoos ? i like them, you know. always wished to see them closer. (silence, raclement de gorge ) eh, yea.
um. well. i don't think it was the best of me. (rire) and yeah, just a few at this time... i've lots of things on my skin actually. i can show you next time, if you want. do you have tattoos?
do i - (silence) are you kidding me ? (rire sec) wow, ok.
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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
you…? (silence) i knew you were watching it. (léger rire) oh, wait a sec. (bruits derrière) got to clean up some stuff.
hm ? oh, nothing. (silence) ah. i can call later, if you want. i - i mean - you're at the bar, right ? fuck, of course. sorry. i can - (soupir furieux) sorry.
(rire) don't worry that's okay you're not bothering me. i can do this later; i'm on the sofa right now. just want to hear your voice.
ah - (silence) okay. okay, good. i - yeah, i miss your. voice. i mean. happy to hear it, i guess.. (raclement de gorge ) so, i'm pretty sure you're not gonna like this letter. (rire) i - i wanted to - i mean. i regret this letter. it's embarrassing.
(rire léger) well, i'm ready to hear it!
i - ok. but. don't talk, please. i'ts - i was wrong, ok ? and - and maybe ( marmonne) jealous. ( raclement de gorge) okay j'ai compris. tu trouves jad de ton goût, c'est ça ? si c'est le cas, c'est bon. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'suis sur que tu lui plais aussi. dis lui et arrête de vouloir gagner ses faveurs en parlant à son meilleur pote en prison en mode pité ou je sais pas. sérieux c'est pitoyable. vous passez déjà votre vie ensemble de toute manière, à en croire ce que tu écris. tu dois bien te marrer, quand même. j'dois faire pauvre mec à tes yeux, à te regarder tout le temps. tu te dis quoi, hein ? je devais être dans ton champ de vision, en fait, quand tu voulais mater jad. un obstacle. tu dois être heureux que je sois derrière les barreaux, tu peux la regarder plus facilement, maintenant. tu sais ce qui est le plus drôle, la dedans ? c'est que j'y ai cru. j'y ai cru, parfois, lorsque jad insistait un peu trop et disait que tu me trouvais aussi de ton goût. pitoyable. wow. en tous cas. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'lui dirais que je reçois toujours tes lettres ou je sais pas. j'ai pas envie d'être pris dans votre histoire à deux balles. fous moi la paix et va la draguer. même si, j'imagine, t'es déjà en train de le faire. (silence) well i'm gonna die. (rire nerveux)
did you really think what you wrote? (rire) you cute, cliff. (court silence) well, to be honest. (court silence) i thought you… i thought i was bothering you more than… well. i felt like i was fourteen. you make me feel like i'm fourteen.
ah - well. you was right. i didn't like it, at first. but then - you stopped. and god (rire) i was so angry. i still have all your letters. i mean - i don't know where, but i still have them. i - (silence) i wish i knew you, at fourteen. did you have tattoos ? i like them, you know. always wished to see them closer. (silence, raclement de gorge ) eh, yea.
um. well. i don't think it was the best of me. (rire) and yeah, just a few at this time... i've lots of things on my skin actually. i can show you next time, if you want. do you have tattoos?
do i - (silence) are you kidding me ? (rire sec) wow, ok.
well. i know you have tattos, cliff.
hm (silence) well. i hope so. (soupir) so what ? you do small talk ? or (silence)
ok yea. - yea, tattoos. a few. on my arms. chest, too. back, too. i
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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
you…? (silence) i knew you were watching it. (léger rire) oh, wait a sec. (bruits derrière) got to clean up some stuff.
hm ? oh, nothing. (silence) ah. i can call later, if you want. i - i mean - you're at the bar, right ? fuck, of course. sorry. i can - (soupir furieux) sorry.
(rire) don't worry that's okay you're not bothering me. i can do this later; i'm on the sofa right now. just want to hear your voice.
ah - (silence) okay. okay, good. i - yeah, i miss your. voice. i mean. happy to hear it, i guess.. (raclement de gorge ) so, i'm pretty sure you're not gonna like this letter. (rire) i - i wanted to - i mean. i regret this letter. it's embarrassing.
(rire léger) well, i'm ready to hear it!
i - ok. but. don't talk, please. i'ts - i was wrong, ok ? and - and maybe ( marmonne) jealous. ( raclement de gorge) okay j'ai compris. tu trouves jad de ton goût, c'est ça ? si c'est le cas, c'est bon. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'suis sur que tu lui plais aussi. dis lui et arrête de vouloir gagner ses faveurs en parlant à son meilleur pote en prison en mode pité ou je sais pas. sérieux c'est pitoyable. vous passez déjà votre vie ensemble de toute manière, à en croire ce que tu écris. tu dois bien te marrer, quand même. j'dois faire pauvre mec à tes yeux, à te regarder tout le temps. tu te dis quoi, hein ? je devais être dans ton champ de vision, en fait, quand tu voulais mater jad. un obstacle. tu dois être heureux que je sois derrière les barreaux, tu peux la regarder plus facilement, maintenant. tu sais ce qui est le plus drôle, la dedans ? c'est que j'y ai cru. j'y ai cru, parfois, lorsque jad insistait un peu trop et disait que tu me trouvais aussi de ton goût. pitoyable. wow. en tous cas. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'lui dirais que je reçois toujours tes lettres ou je sais pas. j'ai pas envie d'être pris dans votre histoire à deux balles. fous moi la paix et va la draguer. même si, j'imagine, t'es déjà en train de le faire. (silence) well i'm gonna die. (rire nerveux)
did you really think what you wrote? (rire) you cute, cliff. (court silence) well, to be honest. (court silence) i thought you… i thought i was bothering you more than… well. i felt like i was fourteen. you make me feel like i'm fourteen.
ah - well. you was right. i didn't like it, at first. but then - you stopped. and god (rire) i was so angry. i still have all your letters. i mean - i don't know where, but i still have them. i - (silence) i wish i knew you, at fourteen. did you have tattoos ? i like them, you know. always wished to see them closer. (silence, raclement de gorge ) eh, yea.
um. well. i don't think it was the best of me. (rire) and yeah, just a few at this time... i've lots of things on my skin actually. i can show you next time, if you want. do you have tattoos?
do i - (silence) are you kidding me ? (rire sec) wow, ok.
well. i know you have tattos, cliff.
hm (silence) well. i hope so. (soupir) so what ? you do small talk ? or (silence)
ok yea. - yea, tattoos. a few. on my arms. chest, too. back, too. i
- (plus bas ) i don't like this one.
(léger soupir) sorry maybe i'm a bit tired - there were some exhausting clients, you know. but well, i got some on my chest and my thighs and my back too. why don't you like the one in your back…?
it's ok. don't worry, scar. it's fine. i'm rude all the time, you can be a few. (silence) i - i don't wanna talk about this now. i - in the letters, i talk about it, and - and i don't - not now, ok ? my first tattoo was the swastika, on my chest. my step father forced me to. i did a cover up a few years ago. i got the hamsa. it's arabic. [/quote] |
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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
you…? (silence) i knew you were watching it. (léger rire) oh, wait a sec. (bruits derrière) got to clean up some stuff.
hm ? oh, nothing. (silence) ah. i can call later, if you want. i - i mean - you're at the bar, right ? fuck, of course. sorry. i can - (soupir furieux) sorry.
(rire) don't worry that's okay you're not bothering me. i can do this later; i'm on the sofa right now. just want to hear your voice.
ah - (silence) okay. okay, good. i - yeah, i miss your. voice. i mean. happy to hear it, i guess.. (raclement de gorge ) so, i'm pretty sure you're not gonna like this letter. (rire) i - i wanted to - i mean. i regret this letter. it's embarrassing.
(rire léger) well, i'm ready to hear it!
i - ok. but. don't talk, please. i'ts - i was wrong, ok ? and - and maybe ( marmonne) jealous. ( raclement de gorge) okay j'ai compris. tu trouves jad de ton goût, c'est ça ? si c'est le cas, c'est bon. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'suis sur que tu lui plais aussi. dis lui et arrête de vouloir gagner ses faveurs en parlant à son meilleur pote en prison en mode pité ou je sais pas. sérieux c'est pitoyable. vous passez déjà votre vie ensemble de toute manière, à en croire ce que tu écris. tu dois bien te marrer, quand même. j'dois faire pauvre mec à tes yeux, à te regarder tout le temps. tu te dis quoi, hein ? je devais être dans ton champ de vision, en fait, quand tu voulais mater jad. un obstacle. tu dois être heureux que je sois derrière les barreaux, tu peux la regarder plus facilement, maintenant. tu sais ce qui est le plus drôle, la dedans ? c'est que j'y ai cru. j'y ai cru, parfois, lorsque jad insistait un peu trop et disait que tu me trouvais aussi de ton goût. pitoyable. wow. en tous cas. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'lui dirais que je reçois toujours tes lettres ou je sais pas. j'ai pas envie d'être pris dans votre histoire à deux balles. fous moi la paix et va la draguer. même si, j'imagine, t'es déjà en train de le faire. (silence) well i'm gonna die. (rire nerveux)
did you really think what you wrote? (rire) you cute, cliff. (court silence) well, to be honest. (court silence) i thought you… i thought i was bothering you more than… well. i felt like i was fourteen. you make me feel like i'm fourteen.
ah - well. you was right. i didn't like it, at first. but then - you stopped. and god (rire) i was so angry. i still have all your letters. i mean - i don't know where, but i still have them. i - (silence) i wish i knew you, at fourteen. did you have tattoos ? i like them, you know. always wished to see them closer. (silence, raclement de gorge ) eh, yea.
um. well. i don't think it was the best of me. (rire) and yeah, just a few at this time... i've lots of things on my skin actually. i can show you next time, if you want. do you have tattoos?
do i - (silence) are you kidding me ? (rire sec) wow, ok.
well. i know you have tattos, cliff.
hm (silence) well. i hope so. (soupir) so what ? you do small talk ? or (silence)
ok yea. - yea, tattoos. a few. on my arms. chest, too. back, too. i
- (plus bas ) i don't like this one.
(léger soupir) sorry maybe i'm a bit tired - there were some exhausting clients, you know. but well, i got some on my chest and my thighs and my back too. why don't you like the one in your back…?
it's ok. don't worry, scar. it's fine. i'm rude all the time, you can be a few. (silence) i - i don't wanna talk about this now. i - in the letters, i talk about it, and - and i don't - not now, ok ? my first tattoo was the swastika, on my chest. my step father forced me to. i did a cover up a few years ago. i got the hamsa. it's arabic.
(scar sourit légèrement en coin) that's ok, i'll know 'bout this later then. do you talk 'bout this tattoo in your letters? (court silence, souffle de la fumée) well, you know 'bout arabian culture? i have some arabian blood you know?
hm - yea. (plus bas ) don't really know if i'm wanna read that to you, in fact. (silence) ah ? no, didn't know.... (raclement de gorge) really ? it's - it's cool. and no. no. i don't know shit about it. sorry. i'm like a instababe with a cool tat
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oh - hi. i - (rire nerveux) so i was, in fact, watching an anime. and my phone was dead. you - (court silence ) hi.
you…? (silence) i knew you were watching it. (léger rire) oh, wait a sec. (bruits derrière) got to clean up some stuff.
hm ? oh, nothing. (silence) ah. i can call later, if you want. i - i mean - you're at the bar, right ? fuck, of course. sorry. i can - (soupir furieux) sorry.
(rire) don't worry that's okay you're not bothering me. i can do this later; i'm on the sofa right now. just want to hear your voice.
ah - (silence) okay. okay, good. i - yeah, i miss your. voice. i mean. happy to hear it, i guess.. (raclement de gorge ) so, i'm pretty sure you're not gonna like this letter. (rire) i - i wanted to - i mean. i regret this letter. it's embarrassing.
(rire léger) well, i'm ready to hear it!
i - ok. but. don't talk, please. i'ts - i was wrong, ok ? and - and maybe ( marmonne) jealous. ( raclement de gorge) okay j'ai compris. tu trouves jad de ton goût, c'est ça ? si c'est le cas, c'est bon. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'suis sur que tu lui plais aussi. dis lui et arrête de vouloir gagner ses faveurs en parlant à son meilleur pote en prison en mode pité ou je sais pas. sérieux c'est pitoyable. vous passez déjà votre vie ensemble de toute manière, à en croire ce que tu écris. tu dois bien te marrer, quand même. j'dois faire pauvre mec à tes yeux, à te regarder tout le temps. tu te dis quoi, hein ? je devais être dans ton champ de vision, en fait, quand tu voulais mater jad. un obstacle. tu dois être heureux que je sois derrière les barreaux, tu peux la regarder plus facilement, maintenant. tu sais ce qui est le plus drôle, la dedans ? c'est que j'y ai cru. j'y ai cru, parfois, lorsque jad insistait un peu trop et disait que tu me trouvais aussi de ton goût. pitoyable. wow. en tous cas. tu peux arrêter de m'écrire. j'lui dirais que je reçois toujours tes lettres ou je sais pas. j'ai pas envie d'être pris dans votre histoire à deux balles. fous moi la paix et va la draguer. même si, j'imagine, t'es déjà en train de le faire. (silence) well i'm gonna die. (rire nerveux)
did you really think what you wrote? (rire) you cute, cliff. (court silence) well, to be honest. (court silence) i thought you… i thought i was bothering you more than… well. i felt like i was fourteen. you make me feel like i'm fourteen.
ah - well. you was right. i didn't like it, at first. but then - you stopped. and god (rire) i was so angry. i still have all your letters. i mean - i don't know where, but i still have them. i - (silence) i wish i knew you, at fourteen. did you have tattoos ? i like them, you know. always wished to see them closer. (silence, raclement de gorge ) eh, yea.
um. well. i don't think it was the best of me. (rire) and yeah, just a few at this time... i've lots of things on my skin actually. i can show you next time, if you want. do you have tattoos?
do i - (silence) are you kidding me ? (rire sec) wow, ok.
well. i know you have tattos, cliff.
hm (silence) well. i hope so. (soupir) so what ? you do small talk ? or (silence)
ok yea. - yea, tattoos. a few. on my arms. chest, too. back, too. i
- (plus bas ) i don't like this one.
(léger soupir) sorry maybe i'm a bit tired - there were some exhausting clients, you know. but well, i got some on my chest and my thighs and my back too. why don't you like the one in your back…?
it's ok. don't worry, scar. it's fine. i'm rude all the time, you can be a few. (silence) i - i don't wanna talk about this now. i - in the letters, i talk about it, and - and i don't - not now, ok ? my first tattoo was the swastika, on my chest. my step father forced me to. i did a cover up a few years ago. i got the hamsa. it's arabic.
(scar sourit légèrement en coin) that's ok, i'll know 'bout this later then. do you talk 'bout this tattoo in your letters? (court silence, souffle de la fumée) well, you know 'bout arabian culture? i have some arabian blood you know?
hm - yea. (plus bas ) don't really know if i'm wanna read that to you, in fact. (silence) ah ? no, didn't know.... (raclement de gorge) really ? it's - it's cool. and no. no. i don't know shit about it. sorry. i'm like a instababe with a cool tat
but i don't really know shit (rire)
you know you don't have to do this if you don't want to, right? i mean. i like hearing all this stuff 'bout you but. this ain't an obligation. (soupire doucement) i think it's more from east europe and asia but all this stuff made arabian shit and well, i guess my mom was interested in all of these ancestors shits (rire, souffle de la fumée)
i - (long silence, presque trop long) i know. but - (petit silence) i want to. i want you to know about this stuff 'cause - if - if something happens between you and me - if i want to build something with you - i - i want you to know about this stuff. i don't - i need you to understand why i'm gonna be rude sometime and -(soupir) i want you to know that - it's not your fault. (silence) i really want to do my best... |
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