Coton:
Alwina? What'll we do now?
Max de Mirecourt:
All right, a novel. First, polish and educate her, then study her reactions.
Coton:
Her reactions? That's easy. Shoes will hurt her feet!
Max de Mirecourt:
Idiot!
Coton:
That's your novel? Your publisher will be delighted.
Max de Mirecourt:
The more I think of it, the more I like it.
Coton:
But there's no story!
Max de Mirecourt:
I know, but we'll create one. I'll pretend to be in love with her. We'll see. She's smart. An interracial story. It could be a contemporary novel.
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