一名男子及一名女子在一见面的相亲餐厅。
男：您好！
女：嗨！我觉得我们是第一个到达！
男：是啊！我们的其他朋友马上就到！
他们等待的，但别人不来。
在此期间，他们的谈话。
男：嗨，你好吗？
女：我很好，谢谢！你好吗？
男：我饿了！
女：我也是！
该名男子作出了电话。
男：您好，阿尔贝？您好，阿尔贝？
女：阿尔伯特？我认为这是你！
男：不！我的名字是迈克尔！
女：噢，亲爱的主啊！
阿尔贝没有来了，两个人吃晚餐，相爱，十分。
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It must have been something I ate. I tried to stir-fry last night but I was distracted and ruined the whole thing. The rice ended up too oily and the meat overcooked. Then as I slept I had strange dreams of working at the office and my alarm clock. I don’t know whether to write jokes or tragedy.
My girlfriend broke up with me. Fortunately I’ve found myself not heart-broken, yet still troubled. There are many things that I began to think about: How will I spend my free evenings? How will this affect our friends? Is it too late to ask for my toothbrush back?
I’m writing this from the train. This morning I’m off to see a someone and I have a writing job in my bag! So hopefully it’s a taste of things to come. Holland in misty green and blue zipping past the window, train station sushi for breakfast. Given my stomach condition this morning, though, the spicey wasabi is probably not a bright idea.
