He sounded good, didn't he?" added Franck. "He only stuttered eig... by Anna Gavalda

He sounded good, didn't he?" added Franck. "He only stuttered eight times." "That's what I mean.

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Perhaps it's because it's incredible to meet someone and say: wit... by Anna Gavalda

Perhaps it's because it's incredible to meet someone and say: with this person, I'm happy.

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Life is stronger than you are, even when you deny it, even when you neglect it, even when you refuse to admit it.

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But friends, those I wanted to please? There are so few, so few... and you're one of them. You... because you have such a gift for life. You grab hold of it with both hands. You move, you dance, you know how to make the rain and the sunshine in a home. You have this incredible gift for making people around you happy. You're so at ease, so at ease on this little planet.

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I think we go well together. I like being with you because I'm never bored. Even when we're not talking, even when we're not touching, even when we're not in the same room, I'm not bored. I'm never bored. I think it's because I have confidence in you, in your thoughts. Do you understand? I love everything I see in you, and everything I don't see. I know your faults, but as it turns out, I feel as though your faults go well with my qualities. We're not afraid of the same things. Even our inner demons go well together! You, you're worth more than you show.

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What keeps people from living together is their stupidity, not th... by Anna Gavalda

What keeps people from living together is their stupidity, not their differences.

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How could you let yourself be sidetracked while I was waiting for... by Anna Gavalda

How could you let yourself be sidetracked while I was waiting for your breath on my back?

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She was sound asleep when he came to curl up next to her. She grunted. "Don't worry. I'm too drunk, I won't do anything," he murmered. As she had her back to him, he placed his nose on her neck and slid his arm underneath her to be as close to her as possible. Short strands of her hair tickled his nostrils. "Camille?" Was she asleep? Was she pretending? No answer either way. "I like being with you." A little smile. Was she dreaming? Was she asleep? Who knows.

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