
The undignified circumstances call for brave manly humour.
“I’ll just close my eyes and think of England,” I grumble before it begins.
“While you’re looking,” I gasp, “I lost a set of keys...”
“Next time,” I mutter when it’s done, “buy me a drink first.”
“Look,” I say at the door, “this doesn’t mean we’re going steady.” At last, she allows a small smile.
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