Used book – Ça, c'est un baiser, Philippe Djian

"They had smashed her teeth. At first, I thought they had pulled them out. But no. Marie-Jo was right. So? Wasn't I right? I stood up. My knee hurt. I sighed: That poor girl. Still, that poor girl. Only yesterday, I saw her running. The full circuit of the park. Every single day. That poor girl. - You mean that little whore. - Please. Her name was Jennifer. Marie-Jo and I exchanged a faint smile. Then we went to lunch."