I cross a huge bright white space. On the left is a table with different sorts of chocolate. In the kitchen at the end of the room Louise and Martin are cooking tea. Indifferently I start humming a song and ask them, now a young couple, whom I don't know, what that melody is from; if it wasn't from a sitcom. The girl says to him: You are definitely a poet. He replies that this was'nt his style really. He'd rather use fuck and get sucked. He approaches me, while I'm doing the dishes and touches me sensitivly, because he knows that his girlfriend can't watch him.
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