Max-- I think so
Fenny-- You sure you don't need more time？
Max-- No,I know what I want
Fenny-- You're sure？
Max-- Absolutely.
Fenny-- So,what is it to be?
Max-- How's the soup?
Fenny-- The soup is finished.
Max-- Like my job.
Max-- The fish?
Fenny-- We've run out.
Max-- That's like me with excuses.
Fenny-- Don't waste my time.Choose something we have.
Max-- I would like a lifetime spent with an irrational and suspicious goddess.Some short-tempered jealousy on the side...and a bottle of wine that tastes like you...and a glass that's never empty.
Forgive my lips,they find joy in the most unusual places.
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