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I have no boundaries.

As my shrink says.

I have a problem with limits.

l can't distinguish outside from inside.

My skin is inside out.

My insides are all tied up.

l feel like everyone can see into me.

I'm transparent.

So transparent I have to scream so that people see me.

This is Tcheky.

My lit professor.

I was insanely in love with him.

Even though he's 23 years and two months older than me,

French,

married to the hilt and never there for me.

Besides,

who's ever been there for me?

I have no knack for love.

But I'm fed up with getting only crumbs.

I want a big chocolate cake all to myself.

That's why I decided to tell you my story.

Kiki, Christ!

What are you doing?

Making a fool of yourself again!

I'll sell you to a bad man

who'll send you into white slavery!

Kiki!

If you don't behave,

a maniac will come and cut you into little pieces

and cook you like a steak.

Is that what you want?

Anyway...

Is that what you want?

Anyway...

WOULD YOU LEAVE YOUR WIFE?

WOULD YOU LEAVE YOUR WIFE FOR ME?

LOVE MAKES ME STUPID

Sometimes I feel like

sex

reduces me to a state of slavery.

lt kills my freedom.

lt kills me.

My problem is,

I'd sleep with anybody.

Men, women, short, tall, thin, obese... You name it.

I don't get it.

I love my wife and kids, but...

I'm proud of myself.

I haven't visited porn sites in 12 days.

Once,

it's not funny, I found myself with a...

And...

this self-loathing makes me fuck even more.

My head and my dick...

all the same thing.

I'm sorry.

It's the first time I've talked about it.

I called my sponsor

and I prayed.

I'll stick with it.

But he loved me so much.

His eyes shone so brightly when he looked at me.

He'd been pursuing me for months. I felt like I was...

needed.

When a man makes me feel important,

l spread my legs.

l thought that loving meant spreading my legs to infinity,

spreading my legs

to see the sky, my little patch of heaven.

l spread my legs to forget who I was, forget the rejection.

l spread my legs to shine like a little star.

Kiki?

Kiki Labrèche?

Eric!

It's so weird seeing you. I thought of you yesterday!

How long's it been?

Ten years.

Ten years the day after tomorrow. Your birthday's the 11th...

- You remember my birthday? - Sure.

And not just that.

Yeah, right.

You have an elephant's memory.

And you still have no inhibitions.

Yeah, I always played the clown, right?

Is he yours?

You hitched?

Yeah, I'm married, two kids. This is my oldest.

And you?

I know you're a journalist.

Well, I have to earn a living.

And your book? Did you ever write it?

No, I haven't written it yet.

Well, the first chapter, yes.

I'm doing my MA now, so I have to finish it.

I'm sorry.

l couldn't hold back.

I'm sorry.

It's been so long since I've...

It doesn't matter. It's OK.

Kiki?

Yes, Eric.

You didn't kiss me even once.

Kiki, I'm so glad to see you.

Your grandma keeps falling down.

It's lucky I needed coffee. You have to look after her.

- She falls? - Right onto the floor.

OK, I'll check on her.

Good, do that. But for real this time.

Gran?

It's Kiki.

Yeah, I'm in here.

Is it true you just fell?

Look, Gran, do you fall often?

'Cause Tina just told me.

She's goddamn nuts.

We'll go to hospital to see what's wrong.

Are you sick, Kiki?

I ain't going to no hospital. They're all Nazis!

You go to hospital, they do tests on you.

Next thing you know,

you're dead.

Come on, Gran.

Gimme a break!

Wanna get rid of me?

Anyway...

Have you gone to see your mom? She's so alone.

And as for Tina, she can talk.

The cops came to arrest her man. Seems he beat her.

I know he did 'cause I heard everything.

Goddamn men are all the same.

TRUE OR FALSE?

Homer is the greatest poet of...

True!

Tell Pierre Marcotte I love you, Kiki.

So handsome.

Just look.

You're bugging me!

Are you listening?

Sure.

Anyway...

Have you eaten, Claude Viau?

What is that?

You're not making a blanket out of your old shower curtain?

Did I ask your two cents?

C'mon, Claude Viau.

I'll give you a nice biscuit.

Yes?

Why, it's my little tornado. So, what's new?

What's wrong?

I didn't write.

That's OK, next week.

I can't write.

I don't know how to write anymore.

And even less, what to write.

Plus my grandmother keeps falling.

My roommate screws 24/7.

Speaking of screwing, when can you fit me in?

This week's complicated, my wife's off work.

But about your novel, Chapter One was great. Keep at it.

Write with your guts, tap into your pain.

Keep using your family for inspiration.

Your grandma's falling is a sign!

My family!

My childhood's stuck in my throat like a potato chip.

My family! Even my shrink's fed up.

Besides, Tcheky, if I write about my life, I'll have to

write about you.

If I play in the field, get down from my gynaecological tree...

Well, you're the field.

Wait, you can't write about me, Kiki, it's...

The department's already talking. It would cause problems.

Promise not to.

Maybe I should change my thesis advisor.

Maybe sleeping with you gives me writer's block.

You know,

I thought that.

Seriously, maybe it would be best.

Does your door lock?

Yeah, why?

Kiki...

No.

Would you find me more exciting

if I weren't your student?

C'mon, Kiki. Not here. Look...

Or just a quickie.

Fyodor!

My little Fyodor!

You're not going to call him Fyodor! Caroline!

I won't be the godmother of Fyodor Girard.

I've never heard of a Fyodor.

Dostoevsky... doesn't ring a bell?

The Idiot?

Excuse me, I'll get your doctor.

Last week you called him Réjean. That has more charm.

Would you prefer Tcheky?

Look, Caro, I know you don't like him, but...

he's my literary therapist.

Oh boy!

It's been a year, I've stopped sleeping around.

I hardly see my shrink.

That's something.

I just wish you had a normal love life.

Do you see a future with him?

How do I know?

Anyway, normal like who? You, maybe?

Lesbian, no lover, orders a baby from a catalogue.

At least nobody makes me suffer.

I can't stay, I have to do an interview.

And see my mom. I didn't go yesterday.

And get Claude Viau at Gran's. She's not doing well.

In short, a thrilling life.

- Mikael! - Caroline.

Your order will be ready in an hour.

Wait.

Mikael, I'd like to introduce my good friend Kiki.

Mikael Robin from the pastry shop.

He makes those sublime éclairs.

You're why she looks like she'll have triplets.

You should use whole wheat.

And tofu instead of cream.

Lovely meeting you, Kiki.

Kiki Labrèche, right?

Finally.

Not to brag, but it's freezing out.

Bye, girls! My mom's waiting.

His mom?

He just said that as a joke.

Caroline, how come he knows my name?

Help me. Help me.

Help me!

Talk to me.

At least tell me you recognize me.

It's me.

It's me.

Just say anything.

Because I can reinvent it all. I'm writing...

Yes, I'm writing.

I can start over from scratch.

I can make believe that

you made me shepherd's pie with home-made ketchup.

That we played airplane.

And laughed when we fell off the bed. Right, Mom?

Mom?

I can invent death too.

Looking at you, it wouldn't be hard.

But instead,

I'll tell you about my lit prof,

who puts his thick fingers in my crack

and ejaculates on my breasts.

Are you jealous?

As a mother, are you jealous?

Mrs. Labrèche, come on, open the door!

Mrs. Labrèche!

What is it?

I heard a thump, so I figured your grandma fell again.

She won't open, so I called 911.

C'mon, Gran. Open up!

- Gran! - She can't stay by herself.

Old people need company. She's going to die all alone.

I'll take care of her. She won't be alone. Goodbye.

You see it on TV, old people dying of neglect.

Claude Viau, hi doggie!

Hi Gran! I'm taking Claude Viau. C'mon, boy!

You should look after him. All he does his bark at me.

- Other than that, you OK? - Yeah, sure.

I'll bury you all.

Oh yeah? Anyway, I can't stay, I'm in a hurry.

That figures.

Thank you!

Hi there.

Are you Kiki?

We finally meet.

Happy to see you, after hearing you so often.

Do you mind if I check out the fridge? I'm starving.

No, make yourself at home. It's as if I already know you.

- Hi Kiki. - Hi.

You met Philippe?

We're old pals.

Kiki?

Are you OK?

You look beat.

Isabelle, I didn't sleep a wink.

So for now,

I'm going to let you live out this love.

I'll stay at my grandma's.

She's not well, I'm worried.

Nicer for you and easy for me.

I feel kind of awkward.

Drop by anytime. Feel at home.

Thanks, I do.

But I'll call first.

I'll go tell Philippe.

By the way, happy birthday, Kiki!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, Kiki!

Happy birthday, Kiki! Christ!

Good boy, we made it!

My little girl!

Mom and Gran cry all the time.

l want to cry, but for different reasons.

It's my birthday, and I'm unable to cry. Nothing comes.

But Mom and Gran are good at it.

They tell stories and start bawling.

Sometimes they don't even tell stories and they still bawl.

To pass the time, Christ!

Gran!

Come on!

This time we're going to hospital to see what's wrong.

I'm warning you, if you call an ambulance I'll have a fit.

Here we go. Come lie down.

And take off your boots!

Finish up, and we'll hang your drawings.

Very pretty, girls.

That's lovely!

Kiki, your drawing's very--

- It's ugly! - Roger, please!

Don't put it up. It scares me.

Those are my crazy mom's eyes.

Really, Kiki. That's no way to talk about your mother.

Calm down, dear.

I think your drawing is very profound.

It's very original.

And there is a resemblance.

But we'll put it up in back,

where we don't see it.

lt is a bit scary.

Happy birthday to you!

Anyway,

there's a pale blue cake for you in the fridge.

Gran, really, don't you think we should call a doctor?

I was just dizzy. I'm not sick.

It's old age.

Stubborn mule!

I went to buy your pale blue cake.

I'm tuckered out.

Gran, you didn't have to go buy me a cake.

Sure, I know.

You'd say I was ungraceful.

The word's ungrateful, Gran.

Anyway...

Look, there's a lady at the door.

Kiki!

Your mom's at the door.

I think she's in her bathrobe.

Hi, it's my daughter's birthday.

It's Kiki's birthday.

Happy birthday, Kiki.

You bunch of vampires!

Freeloaders!

Awesome party!

Come look!

There are these little stars

going up my thighs.

Come look!

Come see them!

They're even on my panties.

What's up, artist with a capital A?

I'm leaving, Kiki.

Antoine!

Antoine!

Why can't we make it work?

'Cause you cheat on me with a crummy painter,

a shitty photographer and the girl next door.

Antoine!

You're so touchy.

Always drunk.

You get pissed, crawl on the floor,

ruin everyone's evening, especially mine.

Tonight, I've had it, Kiki. OK?

Time out. I need a break.

Stay!

You'll never finish your dumb book.

Screw you! Beat it!

Go on, get the fuck out!

You're goddamned fucking crazy!

Get out! Get out!

Good riddance!

Antoine!

Happy birthday, Kiki. Christ!

Hands began to touch me.

Thousands of hands caressed my body.

Finally, someone was caring for me.

l was queen of the party.

A crowd cradled me, like Mom used to do

long ago in a former life.

l floated on the mother sea and sank into her womb.

How are you?

Suck me.

Suck me!

Oh yeah, I have a little present for you.

Here.

It's not much.

You remembered my birthday!

Do you like it?

I can count the minutes between our rendezvous.

You know, Kiki...

What I mean is...

I'm 25 years older than you.

23 years and two months.

You understand.

What I wanted to tell you is,

I don't have much time for you. You deserve better.

Find a guy your own age, build something.

He'll make love to you three times in a row.

Yes, but...

I like playing in my Oedipus Complex.

It's time to go back in time,

to what's essential, to your novel.

You know, I'm jealous of your talent.

I haven't written in five years.

Shit, I have to go!

Tcheky?

What?

Would you leave your wife for me?

What did you say?

Take me in your mouth.

Suck me.

It's warm in my mouth.

But my skin is cold all over.

His arms are so far away.

He came in my mouth like in a Kleenex

and my mouth and l stopped existing.

I'll roll up into a ball, throw myself out

because I wanted him to take me in his arms,

cradle me, tell me reassuring words like,

everything will work out, he's with me.

With me.

With me.

But he left.

He always has to leave.

But he always comes back because he loves my love.

l said I was stopping everything,

the sun from warming, the moon from shining,

the oceans from being wet.

I'd stop everything.

I'd stop everything to be

better, good, beautiful, perfect.

A dog in a cage on antibiotics.

l really said I'd stop,

l swear.

But there was this guy with hands as soft as his penis

who licked my feet.

This guy with Indian blood drumming

inside me.

And this guy with his guitar

who laughed when he came.

And there was this boy

who wanted to marry me, have kids with me,

buy me a bungalow and vibrators

to make up for what he lacked.

This girl who scared me,

who resembled me and could have killed me

to take my place.

It's so damp!

Gran!

There are still cockroaches!

That's it.

I can pay, we'll call the exterminators.

Forget it. Little bugs don't eat big bugs.

Anyway, I made you French toast.

I have news for you, Gran.

Little bugs kill my appetite.

Kiki...

I want to visit your mom.

You sure, Gran?

You haven't visited her in years.

Exactly.

It may be the last time.

Christ, it's taking forever.

What is this? I'll ask the nurse where she is.

I'll come.

No, you stay here in case she shows up.

I love you, Kiki.

I'm scared I'm crazy too, Mom.

I should've hung myself with your crazy umbilical cord.

...scared I'm crazy too, Mom.

l should've hung myself with your crazy umbilical cord.

Gran, you're hurting me!

You're a pest! You're hurting me!

They locked up one of my girls.

They won't take this one from me!

Goddammit! This is the attic.

They won't take both. I'll put up a fight!

I'll hide her.

Hide who, Gran?

- Who? - Keep quiet, we're here.

Act normal, don't be nervous. Don't show 'em you're nervous.

They're all bastards, anyway.

Kiki!

What a pretty drawing.

Tell me about it.

The two babies... Do you have brothers and sisters?

You're way off.

Those are Gran's two babies who drowned in their bath.

So I drew a swimming pool for my two dead aunties.

Why is the daddy all in red

but not the others?

Well,

the daddy's all in red 'cause

Gran threw a brick and a colander at him

and hit him right in the face.

He's lying on the ground unconscious.

This is the brick.

But I don't know what a colander is so I didn't draw it.

But Mrs. Labrèche,

it's in the child's best interest.

No, you won't have her.

It's not about having or not having.

But of taking precautions,

- healing-- - She's not crazy!

- Mrs. Labrèche! - I already have one locked up.

With time she'll... Could you please?

She's not like her mother.

You have to understand...

Don't you laugh!

l don't know if I should cry or puke.

l float in the unreal.

When I stop watching TV,

Mom just committed suicide.

She took lithium carbonate, Luvox,

Dalman and Valium.

All at once, and she shouted,

"l love you all!"

Mom decided

that day to end her life and everyone else's.

Mom is my temporary interruption of TV service.

She's the stick in my wheels.

She chooses the best time for her stunts.

That's how Mom is.

She has to be the center of attention, in the spotlight.

Every morning Céline meets me on the bridge.

Céline is my All-Bran buddy.

My source of regularity in the chaos.

Rain or shine, Céline is there.

Hi, Kiki!

Céline,

Mom took all her pills to kill herself.

What? Is she dead?

Not yet. We'll find out tonight.

What'll you do?

Gran may have to place me with a family.

Oh no! Poor you!

You know what can happen?

No, what can happen if they place you?

Gran says that if I'm lucky and get a good family,

it'll be OK.

I'll have lots of pretty dresses

and ride to school in a limousine.

But if I end up with a gang of madmen,

who only take in kids for the cash,

they'll feed me unbuttered toast.

And maybe the daddy of the house will play with me.

Play with you?

You know, he'll show me his cock.

- His cock? - Yeah.

And make me take it in my mouth.

The pig

will stick it in so far that I'll choke.

No! That's awful!

- You have to do something! - I will do something.

I'll bite his cock so he can't use it.

Serves him right, the goddamn pig!

Céline couldn't stop crying.

But I didn't cry. l don't cry.

l kept it for later, lying on the bed of a cheap hotel

after being screwed by a lit prof.

Thank you! I love it!

They look like candies. I want to eat them!

Happy birthday!

Speaking of eating, know who dropped by?

That tub Eric with his kid.

He ran into you on the bridge?

It was pretty intense.

These days the ghosts of my past are coming out of my ears.

Mikael!

Hi, girls.

For a change, I brought you...

kind ladies,

a sugar pie topped with puff pastry.

It's Pablo.

He likes pastries, I can tell.

Pablo? Pablo Girard? - Yeah.

- Caro! That's so wrong! - What a pain!

You never like my ideas.

It's hot. I'll go back to my ovens.

On that note, ladies,

my warmest salivations.

I'll feel you later.

Kiki Labrèche!

Aren't you interested in a poet? Who can cook?

A poet pastry chef who lives with Mom. Bravo!

It's not afraid of other buttons. It's big as a diaphragm.

Buttons aren't just pretty.

They set boundaries on the body. To each his or her buttons.

And there was this girl...

First I have to say I started therapy.

This therapist, flopped in her chair,

told me I had a sick personality.

A personality with a cold.

No, worse!

I had cancer of the personality.

It's like a ball

clenched inside me since I was little.

So, that girl meant nothing to me.

Just another fuck, no more.

Another taboo to defy

because she was my best friend's girlfriend.

Kiki?

- Caro!

Hello!

Caro, I didn't want...

Let me explain.

You are so sick, Kiki Labrèche.

Wait, Caroline!

Kiki, what's going on?

Come in. Don't stand there, it's freezing.

If your wife was here, I'd have said I was a Jehovah's Witness.

Is something wrong?

Nice place you have.

Where are you going?

I just wanted to tell you,

I'm unblocked.

And...

I brought you what I wrote.

Couldn't that wait, Kiki?

No, it couldn't wait, Tcheky.

No need to choose, I can keep you as my advisor.

Stop it. You're being ridiculous.

I want you to enter me.

What's your game? Why are you here?

I want you to bang me.

My wife's coming back. Are you crazy?

Don't ever call me that!

All right.

So, what's going on, Kiki?

Tcheky?

Would you leave your wife for me?

Jesus, I don't believe it!

Listen, I've been clear from the start, haven't l?

No, I won't leave my wife.

There.

You have to go, she'll be back any minute.

Listen, I don't know.

We can meet tomorrow night at your bar.

- We have to talk. This-- - Tomorrow at 8:00.

Tomorrow at 8:00.

Fuck, you're as predictable as an American movie.

And cheap porn flicks aren't predictable?

Anyway, you're a lousy lay.

That's not right. I'm not playing fair.

I'm hitting below the belt.

Because that's my field of specialty.

l just can't keep in my feelings.

They give way like vomit from a paper bag.

Controlling myself's hard.

l can't control myself, l explode.

I'm my own bomb.

My brain's a permanent Hiroshima.

ln my wake, a cataclysm.

I'm my own worst drama.

Even worse, I found myself without looking for me.

l found myself and can't get rid of me since.

So don't ask why I can't love.

Oh no, not him!

Kiki?

- I just want to talk. - She doesn't want to.

I want to talk to my daughter.

She doesn't recognize you, you bastard.

- Get lost. - I just want to talk to her.

Hi Kiki, do you recognize me?

I'm your father.

Beat it! She's gonna have another fit.

I'm your father, Steve.

Beat it, or I'll call the cops!

You're crazy and you'll drive her crazy.

Fuck!

Kiki?

Goddammit, what's with you, Kiki?

C'mon, get up. Lean on me.

- My bag. - Claude Viau, come inside.

Take that off, it's soaking.

Take my sweater.

Lie down on the sofa.

Lie down.

Here, this'll give you a lift.

Gran?

I'm...

very...

very tired.

Anyway, you sure look a wreck.

Stay as long as you want.

Gran?

Why can't I cry?

Why aren't I able to?

Is it because your two babies drowned?

And 'cause

you and Mom wept all the tears in the family?

l know I scare you, Mom.

But everything scares you.

You're a victim.

If you were an animal,

you'd be a lamb devoured by lions.

If you were Russian, you'd live in Chernobyl by the reactor.

Mom.

You have all the personality

of a dishrag.

But I'm not a victim.

So I scare you.

You're scared of my screams and tears.

As a child, when I screamed and cried,

you worried they'd think you beat me.

Neighbours would call the cops, who'd take me away.

What a proof of love, Mom.

But your 40,000 antidepressants help you forget.

Forget you weren't there for me.

But...

I'm not mad at you.

No.

Because I'm not a victim, Mom.

I'm not a victim.

Hi, my name's Kiki.

And I'm a private menace.

Sorry, I'll do it properly.

Hi, my name's Kiki.

I'm a sex addict and emotionally dependant.

Hello, Kiki.

I'm addicted

to anything to do with loving.

I don't really know

what else to say.

Today I realized my only stable relationship's with Claude Viau,

my dog.

Hold on, don't get any ideas. I haven't done it with my dog.

My relationship with my dog is purely platonic.

Claude Viau

is a boy I loved from afar

from when I was 12 to 15.

My first love.

I wrote him hundreds of letters,

that I never sent.

The day he finally spoke to me,

I blew him off.

Great start.

It's weird.

When someone loves me,

and...

I should feel good, comfortable, I run away.

And...

when it hurts,

I cling.

It's like it has to hurt.

Hello, Kiki.

Can I join you?

Do you remember me?

Of course. Robin Hood.

I warn you, I'm not hungry.

Am l...

disturbing you, or...?

It's funny, I was passing by and saw you.

Just as I was thinking of you.

I think about you a lot.

I don't know how to say this.

It may not be the right time.

It's a bit corny, but...

I'd like to know you better, Miss.

Cut the formalities. You can see I'm here alone.

I'm all alone.

And I'm warning you, I'm a private menace.

A private menace?

Are you safe?

What?

Safe.

Are you safe?

Safe as in positive or negative?

Oh, that safe.

Yeah, sure.

Me too.

Let's go to your place.

Come on.

Don't walk so fast.

You don't even know where I live.

Do you live far?

No, around the corner.

OK, look.

Like this.

A nice, normal couple.

This isn't how I pictured it.

See you, I live this way.

What had you pictured?

I don't know.

We'd get to know each other, ease into it.

Ease into it? You want us to talk?

Want me to draw you a picture?

No way. Here's to spontaneity!

Take the bull by the balls.

Me, it's now, right away!

I want to fuck you tonight.

Feel like it?

My mother wouldn't like it, but...

On one condition.

That we get married, have kids, start a pension plan?

No.

You spend the whole night with me.

It's a deal.

So then can we kiss?

You sure don't waste time.

Shall we go in? I'm thirsty.

I want you to suck my breasts.

Wait, wait.

Wait, wait.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Just hold on.

Let me...

No, wait.

What's the hurry?

That's why we're here.

Aren't we?

Hi there.

So, did you sleep well, you and your...

your breasts?

I couldn't. I watched you, Miss.

Miss, l...

Sorry. I made you breakfast. Are you hungry?

You got up early.

I'm really sorry, I have to go.

You're not serious.

I can't... It was great.

But I really have to go.

Hello.

Kiki!

Didn't we have a date?

You could've called me.

I waited for you, for nothing. As usual.

Think I'm your hotel room clown?

I was so pissed off.

Do the French say pissed off?

Know what I did?

I'll tell you.

I went home with a gorgeous guy.

And he made love to me with love.

You know what? He made me breakfast

with eggs and homemade raisin bread and fruit.

There was so much stuff.

You know what? I realized that for a year

you've fucked me in seedy hotels,

but we've never had breakfast.

I've never had breakfast with you.

It's too much.

I can't take it.

Hi there.

Good boy!

Gran?

Gran!

Gran, can you hear me?

Hold on, a few more years.

Let me call the hospital. They'll save you.

Not the hospital.

They're all Nazis!

Gran, let me call a doctor.

No, I want to stay here.

Kiki,

do it for me.

OK? Do it for me.

Gran,

don't go!

Don't leave me alone with crazy Mom.

Gran,

Don't go. I need to hear your grumbling.

I need you to bawl me out, I don't know.

I always wanted

to make you forget your dead babies.

It's OK, Mom.

It'll be all right.

You're too sad, my little Kiki.

Do something!

ANYWAY, I LOVE YOU.

Anyway.

Gran's dead, Mom.

She's dead.

Mom, your mother's dead, fuck!

You should be sad, or...

or even happy or something.

React!

I give up.

You,

as a pastry chef,

who are you?

Who are you?

I'm Mikael Robin.

I'm 28.

You know where I live.

No children.

I was married for four years.

Mom's dead.

Dad... well, he's my dad.

I'm

charming, optimistic,

likeable,

very shy,

and sometimes very dumb...

in love...

and reckless.

That's why

I'm not scared of private menaces.

You'll be OK?

Bye-bye.

Kiki, someone's here for you.

I've been searching for you for a week.

I was worried.

My grandmother died.

Can I come in?

Are you going to live here?

Kiki, I wanted to tell you, l...

I read those chapters.

They're magnificent.

Magnificent.

But it hurts.

I was blown away.

Do you want to enter me?

I don't want to enter you.

I came to say I liked it so much, I told a publisher friend.

But...

I ask--

I'll change the names and places.

Thank you.

Kiki, you know, it's...

It's unbearable.

We can draw it out. I care for you so much.

You have to help me.

We're toxic, I'm exhausted.

OK.

But...

on one condition.

You surrender to me one last time.

Sit down.

You have to let me have my way.

This'll be fun, you'll see.

It'll be our farewell.

You owe me that.

Tcheky...

I'm going to paint you a nice clown's face.

You know how much I love clowns.

Lovely eyebrows.

Lovely clown cheeks.

Nice little lips.

A nice yellow nose.

And clown lips.

Does my little doll want sex one last time?

Tcheky,

why didn't you ever say you loved me?

Well, because...

you never asked me to.

There's a true clown answer.

It's not right.

Something's not quite right.

My creation's missing something. What could it be?

I know!

He has no red nose.

A comedian's nose.

You've taken me for a hotel room clown for so long.

After this,

it's over, Tcheky.

It's over.

As a clown, Tcheky,

are you scared of dying?

Robert Gray, Kinograph

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