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Look.
There’s a cake on the back seat of the car.
The car is parked outside an office; the
cake is a banana one with chocolate dripped over it.
The driver is inside the office; he’s been
there all day.
Look, here he comes.
He opens the door and sits down.
He smiles.
He inhales deeply.
He licks his lips.
He looks in the rear view mirror.
He can see the cake, or is he about to
reverse?
Would she forgive him if he ate it now?
He IS hungry.
She said she wouldn’t when he asked
yesterday morning.
He reverses.
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