Do you miss living, Martin?
Only at times like these when I can smell the coffee but can’t drink it.
That’s odd, eh? You have one sense but not another.
Actually Harriet, I think it’s more a matter of the memory of the aroma of the coffee.
Ah, well. I think I’d miss the taste of cheesecake most.
Yes, you do love your cheesecake.
Well, at least it hasn’t made me fat, Martin.
Oh please, Darling. It likes you as much as you like it. It’s chosen to take up permanent residence on your arse.
You’re a bastard, you know that, don’t you Martin?
I love pushing your buttons dear. You have a magnificent and luscious arse.
Sure you say that now just before I was going to indulge in a bit of dessert.
Well, Harriet, you could pass it up just this once.
Don’t be absurd.
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