Michel Poiccard: No. Who's he? Have you slept with him?
Dear jean, everything that i know about love i learnt from cinema. it's no wonder that things never work out quite right in the end. everything i feel has a fine silver surface tactility. my life is not a narrative, just a jump cut or temps mort. you have ruined me because michel is dead. because we will never steal a cadilac. because We look at each other in the eye, and it's no use. I wonder what ever happened to jean seberg?
Love forever,
H Carlisle
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