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The hospital tests themselves are not hard to do but they are really annoying. The one that poses me the most problem is also the one that is the most intimate. To Pee in a kind of big tube and to wait until a person decides to come take it. I assure you it's very confusing. Terry was relieved when he found out that I had not really consumed alcohol but his relieved expression changed when the doctor told us that I had ingested a drug close to LSD, who made the victims particularly sexually excited. Fortunately, last night I wore as always when I go out my camouflage outfit, so nothing was not publicly publicized but given my condition, if I had been alone, I do not know how that evening would be end. It makes me shudder just to think about it.
Leaving the hospital, Terry seems extremely serious or perhaps it is anxiety. But I do not know the cause. He is thoughtful and the expression of his face makes me understand that he is a little sad. I do not like to see him like that at all and I know instinctively that it augurs nothing good. We do not take the road that leads to Upper East Side but our likely destination is East Village. Indeed after we entered East Village, he parked the car and took me to a small Jazz bar whose atmosphere and decoration are a hymn to the sixties. Terry always immersed in his thoughts, sits at a table and only speaks to me after the server has taken our order.
He looks up at me, looks at my face for a long time and then smiles a little sadly. What is happening to you today Terry? You should scold me, shout at me and to do moral but not react that way. Your reaction really scares me. "Lisa, we've been working together for a while now and you've made your way around the world of fashion. You are now among the most prominent models and yet you are only 17 years old. You are really phenomenal. I think it every day and even if I do not compliment you often, I am nevertheless extremely proud of the work you have done. You are a really nice girl and even if sometimes you are very annoying, working with you is very funny..."
Stop, stop, what's that? Why, my eyes get wet? "Terry, what do you say? You do not want me anymore, are you? You do not want to work with me anymore, right? No Terry, tell me I'm wrong, I beg you."
Do not look at me with those sad eyes, you do not have the right. "Lisa professionally you are the best, I am convinced but on a more personal level ... On a more personal level, you are totally immature, you do not know what is constancy and your seriousness on a scale of one to ten, is below zero. I spend my time catching up with your mistakes. I spend my time worrying and wondering what new stupidity you will invent to put yourself in a situation that could ruin your career and put you in danger. I have to monitor you so that you do not walk alone. Maybe you think I'm doing this to bother you but it's not the case, I just want to protect you. You are a public figure and the danger for you is real but you refuse to admit it. You strive to live your life as you please without worrying about yourself or the worries of those around you who are constantly worrying about you. You refuse that I accompany you during your training but you complain of being abused by other models. I can only do fifty percent of my real work with you and the rest is only babysitting. Do you remember what I told you at the beginning of our collaboration? I had specified that babysitting you was not my job, as let you do what you had in mind
regardless of what it would imply professionally regardless of what it would imply professionally but you never listen to me, nor do you take the time to read the contracts that are submitted to you."
No, he must not abandon me too. "I will change. You will see, I will change and you will be proud of me. I can sign a new contract that will stipulate the efforts I have to make so that you do not give up on me."
He shakes his head. Shit, how long have I been crying so much and why am I crying like a little girl? "This is the contract that binds us. I tear it in front of you. Shrik. From now on, our collaboration has ended Lisa. Nevertheless I could not leave you alone, so I took the initiative to call agents who are among the best. Six of them immediately accepted my offer. They belong to the best model agencies in the country and are ready to resign to work with you. You start your training, your fitting and the rest for the fashion week in New York tomorrow afternoon and you should not waste time. For this reason, they will come to visit you this afternoon in your parents' apartment. That's all I had to tell you. Do you want me to take you home with your parents or with you?"
It's so cruel what you do to me Terry. All we have done together, does not seem to count in your eyes. You hurt me a lot, you know. "You do not have a heart, Terry. You also abandon me as if I were not special to you and I was nobody. You throw me like the last shit, as if I did not count for you at all. It's too cruel, yes, it's really cruel. Go on, I never want to see you again kind of bastard. Go out. Go out, I tell you. I hate you. Leave me alone. Leave here or I'll throw my drink at you."
He left without saying goodbye. He left this cafe without even turning around. Why did you do that to me Terry, I thought we got along well? Why is everyone turning away from me forever? Am I really so immature, selfish, and frivolous that he says it? I do not know anything anymore and I'm really tired of it all.
"Are you all right, miss?"
I did not call you. "Leave me alone and mingle with your business."
"Excuse me."
I can not stay here. "Steve, are you at home? Come and pick me up please, I'm in East Village in a Jazz cafe whose name I do not know. You will find? O.K thanks see you soon."
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The hospital tests themselves are not hard to do but they are really annoying. The one that poses me the most problem is also the one that is the most intimate. To Pee in a kind of big tube and to wait until a person decides to come take it. I assure you it's very confusing. Terry was relieved when he found out that I had not really consumed alcohol but his relieved expression changed when the doctor told us that I had ingested a drug close to LSD, who made the victims particularly sexually excited. Fortunately, last night I wore as always when I go out my camouflage outfit, so nothing was not publicly publicized but given my condition, if I had been alone, I do not know how that evening would be end. It makes me shudder just to think about it.
Leaving the hospital, Terry seems extremely serious or perhaps it is anxiety. But I do not know the cause. He is thoughtful and the expression of his face makes me understand that he is a little sad. I do not like to see him like that at all and I know instinctively that it augurs nothing good. We do not take the road that leads to Upper East Side but our likely destination is East Village. Indeed after we entered East Village, he parked the car and took me to a small Jazz bar whose atmosphere and decoration are a hymn to the sixties. Terry always immersed in his thoughts, sits at a table and only speaks to me after the server has taken our order.
He looks up at me, looks at my face for a long time and then smiles a little sadly. What is happening to you today Terry? You should scold me, shout at me and to do moral but not react that way. Your reaction really scares me. "Lisa, we've been working together for a while now and you've made your way around the world of fashion. You are now among the most prominent models and yet you are only 17 years old. You are really phenomenal. I think it every day and even if I do not compliment you often, I am nevertheless extremely proud of the work you have done. You are a really nice girl and even if sometimes you are very annoying, working with you is very funny..."
Stop, stop, what's that? Why, my eyes get wet? "Terry, what do you say? You do not want me anymore, are you? You do not want to work with me anymore, right? No Terry, tell me I'm wrong, I beg you."
Do not look at me with those sad eyes, you do not have the right. "Lisa professionally you are the best, I am convinced but on a more personal level ... On a more personal level, you are totally immature, you do not know what is constancy and your seriousness on a scale of one to ten, is below zero. I spend my time catching up with your mistakes. I spend my time worrying and wondering what new stupidity you will invent to put yourself in a situation that could ruin your career and put you in danger. I have to monitor you so that you do not walk alone. Maybe you think I'm doing this to bother you but it's not the case, I just want to protect you. You are a public figure and the danger for you is real but you refuse to admit it. You strive to live your life as you please without worrying about yourself or the worries of those around you who are constantly worrying about you. You refuse that I accompany you during your training but you complain of being abused by other models. I can only do fifty percent of my real work with you and the rest is only babysitting. Do you remember what I told you at the beginning of our collaboration? I had specified that babysitting you was not my job, as let you do what you had in mind
regardless of what it would imply professionally regardless of what it would imply professionally but you never listen to me, nor do you take the time to read the contracts that are submitted to you."
No, he must not abandon me too. "I will change. You will see, I will change and you will be proud of me. I can sign a new contract that will stipulate the efforts I have to make so that you do not give up on me."
He shakes his head. Shit, how long have I been crying so much and why am I crying like a little girl? "This is the contract that binds us. I tear it in front of you. Shrik. From now on, our collaboration has ended Lisa. Nevertheless I could not leave you alone, so I took the initiative to call agents who are among the best. Six of them immediately accepted my offer. They belong to the best model agencies in the country and are ready to resign to work with you. You start your training, your fitting and the rest for the fashion week in New York tomorrow afternoon and you should not waste time. For this reason, they will come to visit you this afternoon in your parents' apartment. That's all I had to tell you. Do you want me to take you home with your parents or with you?"
It's so cruel what you do to me Terry. All we have done together, does not seem to count in your eyes. You hurt me a lot, you know. "You do not have a heart, Terry. You also abandon me as if I were not special to you and I was nobody. You throw me like the last shit, as if I did not count for you at all. It's too cruel, yes, it's really cruel. Go on, I never want to see you again kind of bastard. Go out. Go out, I tell you. I hate you. Leave me alone. Leave here or I'll throw my drink at you."
He left without saying goodbye. He left this cafe without even turning around. Why did you do that to me Terry, I thought we got along well? Why is everyone turning away from me forever? Am I really so immature, selfish, and frivolous that he says it? I do not know anything anymore and I'm really tired of it all.
"Are you all right, miss?"
I did not call you. "Leave me alone and mingle with your business."
"Excuse me."
I can not stay here. "Steve, are you at home? Come and pick me up please, I'm in East Village in a Jazz cafe whose name I do not know. You will find? O.K thanks see you soon."
The hospital tests themselves are not hard to do but they are really annoying. The one that poses me the most problem is also the one that is the most intimate. To Pee in a kind of big tube and to wait until a person decides to come take it. I assure you it's very confusing. Terry was relieved when he found out that I had not really consumed alcohol but his relieved expression changed when the doctor told us that I had ingested a drug close to LSD, who made the victims particularly sexually excited. Fortunately, last night I wore as always when I go out my camouflage outfit, so nothing was not publicly publicized but given my condition, if I had been alone, I do not know how that evening would be end. It makes me shudder just to think about it.Leaving the hospital, Terry seems extremely serious or perhaps it is anxiety. But I do not know the cause. He is thoughtful and the expression of his face makes me understand that he is a little sad. I do not like to see him like that at all and I know instinctively that it augurs nothing good. We do not take the road that leads to Upper East Side but our likely destination is East Village. Indeed after we entered East Village, he parked the car and took me to a small Jazz bar whose atmosphere and decoration are a hymn to the sixties. Terry always immersed in his thoughts, sits at a table and only speaks to me after the server has taken our order.He looks up at me, looks at my face for a long time and then smiles a little sadly. What is happening to you today Terry? You should scold me, shout at me and to do moral but not react that way. Your reaction really scares me. "Lisa, we've been working together for a while now and you've made your way around the world of fashion. You are now among the most prominent models and yet you are only 17 years old. You are really phenomenal. I think it every day and even if I do not compliment you often, I am nevertheless extremely proud of the work you have done. You are a really nice girl and even if sometimes you are very annoying, working with you is very funny..."Stop, stop, what's that? Why, my eyes get wet? "Terry, what do you say? You do not want me anymore, are you? You do not want to work with me anymore, right? No Terry, tell me I'm wrong, I beg you."Do not look at me with those sad eyes, you do not have the right. "Lisa professionally you are the best, I am convinced but on a more personal level ... On a more personal level, you are totally immature, you do not know what is constancy and your seriousness on a scale of one to ten, is below zero. I spend my time catching up with your mistakes. I spend my time worrying and wondering what new stupidity you will invent to put yourself in a situation that could ruin your career and put you in danger. I have to monitor you so that you do not walk alone. Maybe you think I'm doing this to bother you but it's not the case, I just want to protect you. You are a public figure and the danger for you is real but you refuse to admit it. You strive to live your life as you please without worrying about yourself or the worries of those around you who are constantly worrying about you. You refuse that I accompany you during your training but you complain of being abused by other models. I can only do fifty percent of my real work with you and the rest is only babysitting. Do you remember what I told you at the beginning of our collaboration? I had specified that babysitting you was not my job, as let you do what you had in mindregardless of what it would imply professionally regardless of what it would imply professionally but you never listen to me, nor do you take the time to read the contracts that are submitted to you."No, he must not abandon me too. "I will change. You will see, I will change and you will be proud of me. I can sign a new contract that will stipulate the efforts I have to make so that you do not give up on me."He shakes his head. Shit, how long have I been crying so much and why am I crying like a little girl? "This is the contract that binds us. I tear it in front of you. Shrik. From now on, our collaboration has ended Lisa. Nevertheless I could not leave you alone, so I took the initiative to call agents who are among the best. Six of them immediately accepted my offer. They belong to the best model agencies in the country and are ready to resign to work with you. You start your training, your fitting and the rest for the fashion week in New York tomorrow afternoon and you should not waste time. For this reason, they will come to visit you this afternoon in your parents' apartment. That's all I had to tell you. Do you want me to take you home with your parents or with you?"It's so cruel what you do to me Terry. All we have done together, does not seem to count in your eyes. You hurt me a lot, you know. "You do not have a heart, Terry. You also abandon me as if I were not special to you and I was nobody. You throw me like the last shit, as if I did not count for you at all. It's too cruel, yes, it's really cruel. Go on, I never want to see you again kind of bastard. Go out. Go out, I tell you. I hate you. Leave me alone. Leave here or I'll throw my drink at you."He left without saying goodbye. He left this cafe without even turning around. Why did you do that to me Terry, I thought we got along well? Why is everyone turning away from me forever? Am I really so immature, selfish, and frivolous that he says it? I do not know anything anymore and I'm really tired of it all."Are you all right, miss?"I did not call you. "Leave me alone and mingle with your business.""Excuse me."I can not stay here. "Steve, are you at home? Come and pick me up please, I'm in East Village in a Jazz cafe whose name I do not know. You will find? O.K thanks see you soon."
