On a bus. Evening. A young woman on the phone.

“… fucking brooding, what the fuck am I going to do with him, fucking hell! Did I tell you what we argued about yesterday? Yea, yea exactly that… Today we agrued, we argued about what music to play in the car while driving to the hospital. It takes fucking four minutes! The trip takes four minutes! He’s going on and on about some fucking principles. He doesn’t have any principles! Fucking hell… Am I stupid or is he a total idiot or what? I’m fucking facepalming all the time.”


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