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As sharp as a razor blade.

comme un oiseau

no seriously

Aargh! I've just thought of a smutty riposte!

[smirk]

Scene: A room with whitewashed walls, two beds and a washbasin. There is a heavy oak door (shut) and a thin window through which moonlight can be seen to offer the only illumination in the room. There are two people lying on the beds (one on each). PERSON is lying on his or her back looking at the ceiling. OTHER PERSON is lying facing the wall on his or her side, apparently asleep.

PERSON: Someone asked me today if I'd ever considered whether I was going to die alone.
OTHER PERSON: [grunt]
PERSON: Oh. I don't remember. He had a hat.
OTHER PERSON: [grunt (same pitch)]
PERSON: I hadn't really thought about it before but now it's really bothering me.
OTHER PERSON: [grunt (slightly lower)]
PERSON: Yes. [pause] People talk about how terrible it is to die alone but when it comes down to it, I suppose we all die alone. Or if our death is publicised enough in advance, one can die surrounded by family.
OTHER PERSON: [rolls over to look at PERSON]
PERSON: It occurred to me then that it's not so much dying alone that bothers me. [pause] It's living alone.
OTHER PERSON: [rolls over to face wall]
PERSON: [Gets up off bed and walks towards the door. Takes key out of pocket and unlocks door. Opens and walks through door shutting it behind him or herself.]
[The sound of a key turning is heard.]
OTHER PERSON: [grunt (original pitch)]

CURTAIN

Nesquick, though? I never knew...

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