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On Sunday, I found it difficult to wake up, and Marie had to call my name and shake me.

We didn't eat because we wanted to go for an early swim.

I felt completely empty and my head hurt a little. My cigarette tasted bitter.

Marie made fun of me because she said I looked like death.

She had put on a white linen dress and left her hair down.