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  • Maybe we had too much to say as we waited. It was too noisy, we had to talk.
    There are some rules for our conversations.
    To reshuffle only words/translated words of Somerset Maugham from the last 32 pages of "The Outstation" for our ongoing reality.
    To speak only one sentence after each question/answer.
    To only speak with each other.
    To pick up only unfamiliar words from the list...

    ...Gelegentlich mag Ich vor mich hin lächeln.
    (Occasionally I like to smile to myself)

    I said to her, looked up and smiled after reading out these words, already exhausted after redefining seven words from Maugham's world for my own means. She agreed with my world... I was defeated and silent from my own game. But the rain could not tolerate silence, so we ate red bean soup and laughed :)
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