Using all the words he can find, a man tries to get a stranger to stay around—a stranger he approached on a street corner, one night when he was alone. He tells him about his world. A suburb where it rains, where everyone is a stranger, where no one works anymore; a nocturnal world that he is passing through, to flee, without looking back; he tells him about everything and about love, things one never talks about, except to a stranger like this one, a child perhaps, silent and motionless.

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