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Dude: [leering] Hi.
Lady: [breathy] Hi.
Dude: [leering] It's been a long time.
Lady: [terse] Ten months.
Dude: [leering] Ahh, you look great.
Lady: [disinterested] Hmm.
Dude: [leering] So are you living here?
Lady: [businesslike] No, I'm here to look at a flat.
Dude: [leering] The penthouse. Me, too. That's a perfect flat for one. [moves in closer] Or, uh, maybe even two.
Lady: [amused] Hmm. [second dude walks up behind her and arranges himself to indicate ownership] Just what we're looking for.
New Dude leads her away and Old Dude looks like he just smelled poop.
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