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- Lilian
- Yup, that's me. - she says without taking her attention of the paper.
- Lilian, could you please pay me attention.
- Just a second
- Liiiiliaaaan
- WHAT! - she shouts at him
- Sorry, I thought you were not listening to me.
- Because I was not listening to you! - she says impatiently.
- Aps
- Haven't you seen that I'm trying to know what the hell says in here.
- But you can read that?
- Well, that's what I was trying to do when you started shouting my name
- Sorry.

- Anyway, what do you want?

- Oh, yes. Just wanted to know at what time are you going home

- Don't know, what time is it?

- Half seven

- Ah, ok. Well, I'll go home when I finish that, maybe at eightish - she answers finishing there the conversation.

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- Lil - he says some time later

- Ahaaaa

- Liiiiil

- Saaaaaay - she demands tiredly

- It's two past eight.

- And?

- You said you would be leaving at eight.

- I think I said I would leave when finished

- Ah, ok. I'm off then.

- Great, have fun.

- Bye

- Bye...

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- Lil, Liil, Liliaaan

- For fox sake, weren't you finally off!

- No, I had just gone to the toilet.

- Ah. great

- But now I'm off, are you leaving?

- No, still haven't finished

- How long have you been trying to read this page?

- I have just started

- But it isn't the same of the two previous hours?

- No, darling. In two hours I have actually read four pages - she says facing again her papers

- Oh. Well, I actually think that in this language everything looks alike.

- Well, that's why is quite complicated to read it, because I have to pay attention to the details.

- And you need silence, then.

- Yeah, that actually helps

- Oh, then you are not off.

- No, I'm staying

- Sure?

- Yes

- Ok, then, bye.

- Bye! - she says waving her hand - finally. Ok, it's half eight. Woooork!