French title and pretentious thoughts:
He sat counting the copper coins he had horded. Physical occupation of a repetitive task, to take away the minds pain. Falling in love with an idea. Don't do it. I've told you before. Learn your own lessons. Attachment is a heart's worst friend.
I'll explain it to you again over black coffee and cigarettes. It was once squash and cereal. Remember those days of innocence? When everything was still just the same; really, honestly, it was. Your psychological hedonism has backfired this time.
And she never kissed me whilst sober. And I never kissed her whilst sane. Yet, it changes nothing. Attachment is a heart's worst friend. "Choose your friends wisely." So friends is all I choose to be.
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