Elle s’appelle L.0
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Bitter End – Paris – End of winter.
F : I’m worried about you. When was the last time you sat in front of your easel and painted something new?
Yarks : I don’t know really. A couple of months maybe. Nothing inspiring. Paris was sleeping this winter.
F : You really need to meet someone… to find a new muse.
Yarks : Yeah… I guess… but …
F : Listen, there is this girl…
Yarks : Oh please! Don’t.
F : Please, listen… There is this girl. You should meet her. There is something special about her. The kind of things you like.
Yarks : Haha… Special, huh?
F : I should not do this… She’s way too young for you and I know you so well. She’s a pure diamond, beautifully innocent. You’ll destroy her.
Yarks : Come on. They destroy themselves. I’m not doing anything. Go ahead. Who is she? I’m curious now.
F : Elle s’appelle L.
A couple of weeks later. Same place.
F : She should be here soon.
Yarks : Who should be here soon?
F : L. I asked her to come for a drink after work. I’ll just introduce her to you. You meet her. You draw her. You paint her. Nothing else, ok? I don’t want you to … Are you listening?
Yarks : Not really.
F : Show me. What are you drawing?
Yarks : The girl, over there 
F : smile… I knew you’d like her … but please … don’t.
Yarks : It’s too late
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