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Knock Knock Romeo starts barking. It’s 8:30 p.m., it’s probably Jacky coming to pick me up. Rosie opens the door while I spray myself for the umpteenth time with a dose of La Vie est Belle (Life is Beautiful) perfume. The name alone lets me predict a superb evening. I hear: “Maddie, ready?” “Yes, she’s coming,” Rosie replies. “Well, you must be a perfect gentleman with her. I understand you’re not alone. Be nice, don’t make fun of her, okay?” “Rosie, I can defend myself,” I said, appearing in front of Jacky. “Pffuuuiiiiii!… Girl!” exclaims Jacky. “There you go, that’s exactly what you have to avoid,” exclaims Rosie, outraged. “Maddie isn’t a kid, she’s a woman… Where have the good manners gone? I swear…” “My word, you’re hot, Maddie,” my tenant insists. “I know one or two who would
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