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It’s midnight, and everyone seems to know it’s time to leave.

The wine has brought you all closer together. Marcelle, who is feeling jovial, has taken you under her wing. She gives you a warm hug.

Borduas retreated to his quarters after offering you Marcel’s drawing and saying good night. Marcel, curled up like a snail in its shell, hides behind the smoke. You ask him whether he wants you to have his drawing, which you like. He grumbles a hollow yes.

Claude offers to walk you back to the station.

On the platform, in the middle of the night, you agree to write to each other. It will change the course of your life.