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"It’s cold," she says, shivering

"Yes," I’ "You need to stay warm

"I suppose so," she says abstractly "I’ht"

"Where’s Bruce?" I ask "What’s the story, baby?"

"Oh Victor, please don’t," Tahs "He went to Athens I don’t ever want hi when he gets back Everything I promise"

"He already suspects," I say "It doesn’t matter"

"If I could only turn back time," she says, but not at all wistfully

"Can I believe the hs?" I lean in for a kiss

"You know you can" This is said too indifferently

The director calls "Cut" He walks over and kneels down next to Taht?"

Ta a point on her back that she can’t quite reach

"It’s all about a light touch, baby," he’s saying, lowering his sunglasses

Tammy sniffs, says "I know" but she doesn’t and she’s shivering too hard for the scene to continue, so the director takes her aside and as they walk away fro to pull away Freezing, I light a cigarette, squint at the Seine, the s and boring, then I i by My foot has fallen asleep

Ta sure I’ the face of the watch I was given last night by a ital numbers it reads 9:57

Someone from the French fil sure I notice hi the cigarette away, and walk over to the director’s chair and pick up a black Prada backpack sitting beneath it