A romantic evening. Wine with blurred light. The preliminary lust. I am so passionate. (On the other day, she wrapped a bunch of African chicks, and so that they didn't bother, she tied them in a high bunch on a mouthpiece.) A kiss for a kiss and I hear a silent voice:
I need something to confess to you.
I was stressed.
I...the thing is...I never loved Chipolino before.

The Curtain