Silent Youth Page #2

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I could -. I'll be with you.

Then we can hang out by the sea together.

Do you want kids some day?

No idea.

Anne says he looks just like me.

Just smaller.

Little David,

big Kirill.

When did you last see him?

Before I went to Russia.

But I think he didn't want to see me somehow.

Why?

I dreamt a group of lesbians stalked me.

They whipped me.

First they chained me, then they whipped me.

One after the other.

Why lesbians?

I don't know.

They were wearing those strange leather suits.

And felt very important.

Have you ever dreamt something like that before?

No.

Hi.

What are you doing here? -I work here.

I see.

So that's your Russian guy? -Seems like it.

Well, I didn't want to disturb you. -No problem.

I guess I'll get going then ...

Okay, then...

See you around.

Have fun, you two. Bye.

Was that your girlfriend?

Friend. Yes.

Looks nice.

Yes, she does.

Sociology?

Yes.

I can even still play some chords.

You lured me here with spaghetti.

Yes.

Guess I ate it already.

I have Nutella and toast.

Does everyone have their own shelf?

Yes.

Your roommates... don't happen to have spaghetti?

Don't know.

But it wouldn't be okay for me to eat it anyways.

I could live off Nutella and toast actually.

I guess I feel like taking a shower now.

You could stand on the roof.

Really? Now?

Sure, why not?

Can you pass the shampoo? -Yes.

Wait...

I'll do your hair.

I think it's too short.

Maybe it'll work better with yours.

Hello...

where are you now?

Do you want me to go?

Hi.

I'm at the bakery.

Eating something.

There's only Nutella at your place ...

Okay.

I can bring something for you.

Okay, see you.

Hey.

Hi.

What are you doing?

I'm looking for something.

Here, this is what I meant.

Ford Mondeo wagon, 97, red.

That was our family car.

Her father gave it to us when she was pregnant.

I flipped the thing over.

On a dirt road.

What do you mean, "flipped it over"?

I climbed out of the window.

Didn't have a scratch on me.

And then?

I hitchhiked to Berlin.

And the car?

Sh*t

Is that for me?

Want some?

No, I already had some.

My father said the police towed the thing.

And her dad wants my dad to pay now.

But it was a gift, right?

There's this guy recently who sings on my voicemail.

Wanna hear it?

That's you...

Isn't it?

Why do you sing on your own voicemail?

Hello?

Can you talk to me and look at me?

Do you want to lick my ass?

What? -lick my ass.

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