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  • She was behind him, but he recognized her voice. He whirls around and runs back. Tries to hug her despite all the impediments. But she can’t stop laughing.
    They reach the gate two hours ahead of time.
    He starts telling her about the retrospective exhibition of Helmut Newton, that irreverent and absurd black and white, so sensual in those gray nuances… And in a flight of fancy, they find themselves talking about the latest literary case …. They laugh over it…. After all, they come from Paris… Erotism was born there…
    “Lady Chatterley’s Lover… there’s a really erotic novel” Ambre retorts immediately.
    “How about Valentina?” presses Théo.
    And together blurt out “Louise Brooks!”
    In that instant their flight is called and Théo forgets to send his article.
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