In a Paris street brakes screech, and a man is running: headlights skid across the dank walls of buildings. Staggering, the man escapes whatever was after him, and then finds a companion walking at his side. A friend? Just another man. They have a conversation about love, a couple of swarthy faces, at this strange hour of the night, in the middle of nowhere. The fugitive listens attentively; complaints about marriage, the usual grousing; but the new friend cannot help himself, he loves his wi...
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