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as me, so they don't need light.

Don't you say, come on,

but it's not possible!

When a house is occupied and inhabited,

some light can be seen.

Not that I spend the evenings to check,

but definitely I would see something.

I don't know, I never noticed.

No, there is someone there,

on the ground floor.

Those who have, y'know, dogs, the black

and white dog... - No - that play... Here!

In the lawn

adjacent to this ours,

where there are those two trees.

Do it right, look - Yes Mum, I understand.

- This way. Careful, it drips.

At least we leave it all clean.

Got it?

Well, I did all these signs myself!

- You've done them all indeed!

You don't write on the walls.

- But it's fun writing on the walls.

I know, but you can't.

- Can I write in the bedroom? - No!

Not in the new room.

Nor here you may,

because here there'll be another family.

No, because Lawrence Durrell

was in workforce at...

At the Foreign Office.

Like his father.

He's dead? - Don't you remember his story

of the famous fan, that is, this blade

made of palm leaves, which

came and went over the table of

of the dining room, which

at one point dropped a boa,

a python, what was it?

In the midst of the diners.

Funny, huh?

Exciting.

Poor thing!

It too put itself in a cool place!

What happened to that book there?

We left it somewhere

during our peregrinations.

Nothing. Here nothing moves.

A plane is coming from afar...

Yes, there's a nice view.

You gotta come some day.

Yes, it's nice. I just don't know how is

called that one there. A neighbourhood,

to my right, I don't

know what place it is.

Nice! A beautiful panorama.

Yes, yes.

Should I put this on?

- Yes, nice.

Where did you buy it?

- It's old, from Yamamay.

Y'know that I never find

anything at Yamamay?

OK!

- That is, none of these things, I mean.

I've been trying to take off

this lipstick for two hours.

Then red! It's beautiful, by all means!

Only that Valeria made me

put it on for an event...

When we did the Playboy girls.

With red lipstick I become truly a whore.

Yeah, I get a slutty face.

- Yes, red is vulgar on some girls.

True, I'm brunette, dear...

Even without make-up,

with red lipstick I seem a slut.

I mean, I give really the idea of a whore.

- Yeah, it stresses you more. - Yes.

Despite that they told me that

red lipstick suits me, honestly.

Yet I see myself as a b*tch with it.

- I know...

Ready?

- Ready to go!

Vamos.

I'm at work, now I stopped

for a second, alone.

Lallarella! Good morning!

Hi, Lapiz!

So, tell me the menu today.

- Menu today:
cold pasta...

I put tomatoes...

tuna...

and mozzarella.

Why not some oregano?

I don't have it! Now don't start, though!

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