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Dear Red Shoes, people get married, I think, for all kinds of different

The lucky ones find a connection with their mate that grows and grows with

But what happens when it goes the other way, and suddenly you find yourself

feeling dead inside?

La Javale

Moi j 'aimais la musique et le bal.

C 'était pas une raison pour que je tourne mal.

Mais comment résister à un gars qui vous fait danser une drôle de java.

Quand on a fait comme moi la java, au fond des souvenirs on

revoit.

La rue de l 'arbre, les poulets qui parfois la dansaient, en ce temps -là, c

'était la vraie de vraie.

Ils oubliaient nos boucliers, ils nous laissaient filer.

Ça peut faire cet effet -là, la java.

Thank you.

Every once in a while, if you're blessed, someone comes into your life

that has it all.

Grace.

Strength.

Humor.

Someone

so

in tune with their lives and the world around them that they are, despite

everything, absolutely and totally irresistible.

I didn't know his name.

All I knew was that he was a boxer.

Madame Andreu wishes me to thank you for the flowers.

However, she thinks it's very important for you to know that she is married.

And to even talk to you is not possible.

She wishes you to go away.

No. Can't.

Impossible.

Can't be done.

Think what the world would be like if actually people took those words

seriously.

And what would have happened to Columbus if he had listened to the people who

insisted that the world was flat?

And how about putting a man on the moon?

Impossible.

Ridiculous.

Outrageous.

Can't be done.

I'm not interested in what other people say.

It's how I feel inside.

And how do you feel inside?

Terrified.

Of me?

Yes.

I don't think so.

I've seen you day after day in the woods watching me train.

And each day you'd come a little closer.

I was curious.

And you aren't anymore?

I gotta go.

I got this idea.

I address one of my aspiring partners like me.

And wait up here to see if she'd come.

Is she dead?

Then I wait for you to tell me what you want her to do next.

Couldn't sleep.

Couldn't eat.

And I thought about Columbus.

And the man in the moon.

And I thought about my husband.

And my life up until now.

Do you want to talk about it?

And I want you to forget that we ever touched.

Look at the pictures inside.

Tomorrow when you come here.

Tell me what you think.

My father was a butcher and I am a vegetarian.

My mother went mad and was institutionalized when I was 11.

I'm a Buddhist who's learned not to ask the more questions.

I never sat on a horse until I was 17.

Is that when you married him?

A butcher's daughter meets a man in the walls.

A butcher's daughter with not enough education or expectations.

I've never known a way.

I know who you are.

You're the butcher's daughter that lives in a castle on the hill.

Who saw a boxer running along on the road one day.

And for some reason, you decided to trust him.

Which, as my intuition tells me, you haven't been able to do it for

a long time.

I was expecting you until the end of the weekend.

I've seen inside.

It's not a witch.

They broke his fucking arm.

They broke his fucking arm!

Because I like her.

Everything else is bullshit.

So you break my helmet.

So I don't fight for a month or two.

So what?

I could be crazy.

If you can do this to me, just imagine what it's capable of doing to you.

He's a little over the top, this boxer.

This new age friend of yours.

Don't you think?

Did you break his arm?

Did you fuck him?

Someday someone is going to find a way to hurt you.

Leave us alone.

I don't know what you're doing.

What's he going to give you? Nothing!

Nothing!

I'll have him killed.

No, you won't.

Because you know that will destroy me.

And you would never do that to me.

Would you?

But this day, I can't believe I actually summoned the courage to turn and walk

away.

But I did.

And even though it was through him that I found my courage, I didn't go to the

boxer.

I had too much soul -searching to catch up on.

But little by little, with time, I became a whole person again.

Then, one rainy day, walking home alone.

From the restaurant, I saw him again.

There you have it, Red Shoes.

See if you can figure out the end of the story.

I'll give you a hint.

In the blink of an eye, what was wrong can be turned right.