Jeanne left Luc, at least for three weeks. But Jeanne is still very much here: in the coffee foam, on the opposite pavement or in a matchbox. Slumped at the bar, Luc is moping around. He is waiting to see her again or to forget her. A pile of scratch cards, a call made by no one and a strange psychic are so many reminders for his chagrin. Only three weeks left, minus one day… Well, not even one day, minus a few hours…
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