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A house where people like to come.
Long evenings spent listening, watching,
laughing, saying one thing and then the
other. That’s the advantage of a circle of
habitués: everybody knows everybody.
Outbursts of honesty, extremes of
secrecy, moments of doubt and founded
or unfounded joy...
It’s all there, to the guests’ delight and that of the master and mistress of the house, whose lives are a never-ending tale of success envied by others. |
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Suddenly, the smooth-running clock tells the wrong time. One day, someone leaves and is late
returning. When the bell chimes at last, the world has drastically changed. One day, brought
together in the house, a man and woman see each other as they really are for the first time.
One wanted this, the other didn’t. One wants to talk, the other doesn’t. It’s hard living in the same
house when you don’t want the same things.
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