That's the best.
At the time, they didn't know each other that well.
Whit was one of those high school friends you ran into in the yard without really being intimate.
Here he is claiming to be his only friend.
Clay can't believe it.
This photographer is not a workaholic.
He is looking for himself.
His fiancée tries to shake him off.
He chooses the most appropriate haircut to get a job.
The result - a hairstyle à la Du Guesclin - is not a success.
“I would decapitate myself if it could help
,” says this big andouille addict who wears Woody Allen glasses and is afraid of looking like Roman Polanski.
His girlfriend deserves it.
Why is this Whit still in their paws, with his little purple coat?
She prefers to go away for a while.
Here are the two boys together.
This Whit is weird, sticky as Captain Haddock's plaster.
The others don't see it.
We can't take a picture of it.
The reality finally catches the eye...
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