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each other right in the eye—if anything, she was a tiny bit taller than me. Like me, Amelie practically lived at Natalie’s house during vacations. If Florian couldn’t get away in time, she’d grab him and tousle his hair as if he were her own little brother. Other times though she could get pretty rough. You’d get a good smack on the back of the neck if she felt like it. Without warning, either, so these blows were no joke. Eventually Florian started annoying the two of them on purpose. If he got a reaction, there’d be a glint of something in his eyes, dark and strangely cold. It wasn’t malevolence so much as a certain perverseness—at least that’s how I’d describe it today. He seemed to prefer the blows to the embraces and other affectionate gestures. When we all sat in front of the TV, Natalie and Amelie would lie stretched out in front of us, legs intertwined, whispering things to each other just to drive us crazy. The films were awful: B movies or, as we sometimes called them, C movies (videos where the camera is held by the actors, horror flicks where the story is completely predictable, etc.). That meant screaming teenagers and the reassuring rustle of chips being fished from the bag. Besides, there were more exciting things to do than watch movies. We made a game out of provoking each other and getting riled up. All the taunting led to contests that could get pretty intense. Once, when I tried to snatch the chips from Amelie, she caught me by the hand. “Let’s see who’s stronger,” she said. The mood

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