Playscript
[underpinned by thudding techno]
Jennifer: How come you're late?
David: I got distracted.
Jennifer: Oh really?
David: Yeah.
Jennifer: Ok...
David: I wasn't wanking.
Poetry
John wanted to give Ella
a kiss on the cheek
but Ella wasn't there.
She'd gone on a bike ride.
She'd be back soon.
(It'll probably be one medium next time you are here)
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