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A woman is leaking, a backrest in her arms. A man goes by chance. Nothing could foresee their meeting in a cellar, nor the presence of a third person.A woman is leaking, a backrest in her arms. A man goes by chance. Nothing could foresee their meeting in a cellar, nor the presence of a third person.A woman is leaking, a backrest in her arms. A man goes by chance. Nothing could foresee their meeting in a cellar, nor the presence of a third person.