These are their stories. Clang, Clang. 214: She was a nice model. I think Gabin knew I liked bums, so he placed the model for me. This was one of the last classes with Gabin. I was getting tired of him, and he of me. But I credit him for great training–until it wasn’t.
As my friend in New York had to break her art teacher’s heart when she moved on, I moved on. But I did not break his heart, he was breaking mine.
