'You look very pretty', I said, speaking with some difficulty because of my emotions. 'Even prettier than four years ago when your name was Madame Arnoux. I forgive your insults the other night and your insolent remarks now because of how pretty you look. Besides, in case you want to know, yes, I'm still in love with you. In spite of everything. Crazy about you. More than ever. Do you remember the toothbrush you left me as a memento the last time we saw each other? Here it is. Since then I carry it everywhere in my pocket. I've become a fetishist because of you. Thanks for being so pretty, Chilean girl.'

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Osłabienie totalne. Droga z łóżka do kuchni (ze schodami po drodze!) to wyczyn, po którym zemdlałam na siedząco. Na szczęście znam mój organizm a tyle, że wiem, co wyprawia właśnie. Dlatego no worries, wszystko minie.

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