Andre:
Are you out of your mind? What the hell were you thinking about?
Nicole:
You're yelling.
Andre:
Of course I'm yelling! My daughter tells some stranger that her father is her, her...
Nicole:
*Lover*!
Andre:
Oh, God! I hate that word. It's so... so graphic. Who else thinks this?
Nicole:
A few of the other people.
Andre:
How many of them?
Nicole:
All of them.
Andre:
All of them! Incroyable! I've been walking around here with you the past few days. They think I'm child molester!
Nicole:
[she starts to cry]
You're yelling again.
Andre:
Why... why do you make up such stories?
Nicole:
I don't know. It just comes naturally to me.
Andre:
So it's genetic. Is that it?
Nicole:
Yes. No! I don't know.
Andre:
You have to tell him the truth.
Nicole:
I tried to. Believe me, it's not that easy. I care about him.
Andre:
[he smiles at her]
Do you love him?
Nicole:
Yes, I think so. I mean, yes, I do.
Andre:
Has he done anything to you?
Nicole:
No, he hasn't done anything to me. Besides, if I tell him I made all this up, he'll hate me. He'll think I'm some kind of liar.
Andre:
You are.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:09