Me sits on stage.
Me. I’m ready for love.
Someone from India walks on stage and says in their native tongue: “You don’t get love everyday. It comes and goes.
A woman from Paris says in French: “How many people do you love?”
Me. I can’t count.
The same woman: “We all waited in line to hug you… when was the last time you waited in line to hug someone?”
Me. Never
The same woman smokes 9 packs of cigarettes and then coughs up a lung.
She points to it.
The same woman. That’s for you.
Me. I don’t want that… I want—
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