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Dec 01, 2004 08:48

Rêve

Here he comes. She's there too, from the cafe. She's still smiling in that oh so admirable way. He sits and we begin to negotiate. Here's Mick. He's taking up all the space. Leave me some room, Mick. This isn't your fight anymore. You have to trust me that I'll win. We'll all win.

Heavy, really heavy in signification. This meeting I dreamt of, I'm having this afternoon.
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