It’s Valentine’s Day and Mousse doesn’t want to snuggle.
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“Aiiih, noo! Actually, this is kinda cosy.” Mousse receiving hug at breakfast.
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Marty: “Agh, you don’t wanna snuggle!”
Mousse: “You’re not clean.”
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Marty showers.
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Mousse: “You’re too close! You smell nice, though.”
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“Aïe, I hurt myself on you!” Marty snuggle-attacking Mousse with bad results.
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“Det handlar om respekt, älskling.” Marty to Mousse, yesterday at bedtime. Reason forgotten, words forever imprinted in our minds.
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Snapshot no 68
Our French is improving. Today on our way home from the métro:
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Mousse: Donc... et voilà. Donc?
Marty : Havre-Caumartin.
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Later at home:
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Mousse: Donc, et voilà. Donc.
Marty : Havre-Caumartin?
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Marty: Havre-Caumartin.
Mousse: Donc, voilà!
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For those of you who don’t know, Havre-Caumartin is a métro-station.
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Last Friday we met a seemingly dubious man outside the American Church who offered me a job. It resulted in me vaccuming for an hour and a half in a dusty renovation area, borderline banlieue. Mousse came with for safety reasons and ended up conversing with my newfound and slightly repellent boss, eating his cookies, enjoying non-working.
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Mousse (watching me work): "I could help you, you know. But you wouldn’t make as much money. I mean, as it would go faster. M-hm."
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But all’s well that ends well: I made 15 € and didn’t even have to take my shirt off.
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I don't know if any of you (2 readers, right?) appreciated that input, so we'll end this with another snapshot.... no 301
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At dinner tonight, we were drinking wine and listening to Tracy Chapman's For My Lover:
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Mousse: "This song is about us. You and me."
Marty: ...
Mousse: " They don't understand us, Martina. They don't understand our love."
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Everyday I'm psychoanalyzed
For my lover for my lover
They dope me up and I tell them lies
For my lover for my lover
12 comments:
Well... I would have appreciated it, if you had taken your shirt off, as a bonus. You could have been employed by him again.
i have!
tonight i will clean his shirts.
intimate, no?
han kanske tar av sig sin tröja och frågar om jag kan tvätta den med...
i mean wash!
Lovely.
Ditt liv leker, märker jag.
Now I'm jealous. All I got for Valentine's Day was banana cake, and even though I love banana cake I wouldn't have minded hurting myself a little while snuggling.
Well, it was a really good banana cake, I guess I should be happy with my "lott i livet".
Banana cake!
Banana... cake!
My god, someone's living large.
I can hug you... we have four days of snuggle in Århus!
Promise I'll get a little wounded from the snuggling?
You just wait Baby.
When you come here, we'll hug-hurt you good.
Like you've never been hug-hurt before.
Both of you.
Love is in the air?
Might be a gas leak.
To Ape:
I can snuggle you so hard... You just have to ask for it... I'll might end up hurting you, using a leek!
Oh dear, I think I might have bitten off more than I can chew...so to speak-
and the bruises will be admired in paris.
admired very closely... ?
(mousse said to get dirty. i think this is about as bad as it gets. i'm rather uninspired right now. too much cheese, i think.)
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