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Oscar: [tuts] Fucking hell.
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Sidney: God, you never answer the phone!
Oscar: Uh-huh. I’m on top of a fucking water tower for you, be grateful.
Sidney: Happy new year to you too.
Oscar: Thanks… Did you have a good Christmas?
Sidney: Mhm, but you didn’t call to ask that.
Oscar: Bah.
Sidney: I have nothing interesting to report, honey.
Oscar: Hm.
Sidney: I even tried befriending one of the stations receptionists at a fucking spin class.
Oscar: Ma-…
Sidney: What?! She doesn’t know who I am-.. halfway up her own ass anyway. What kind of receptionist isn’t a gossip?
Oscar: Plenty, I bet.
Sidney: Bah!
Oscar: Thanks for trying, I guess. How’s Noah coping?
Sidney: He’s fretting less since his exhibition finished, still a lanky whinge-bag though. I’ve told him he needs to stop flapping.
Oscar: [laughs] A lanky whinge-bag! I don’t even wanna know what you call me behind my back… What about Juni?
Sidney: She’s fine! Kinda reminds me of you at that age; fussy. I reckon they’re gonna have their hands full.
Oscar: Pfft.
Sidney: I’m telling you.
Oscar: Poor Noah.
Sidney: [laughs] Truth. When’re you coming home?
Oscar: Soon. Cookie’s getting pretty big, I don’t want something to happen whilst we’re all the way out here.
Sidney: Uh-huh, how’s she doing?
Oscar: Better, actually.
Sidney: Good. I have a proposition for you both when you get back.
Oscar: Oh?
Sidney: Don’t worry about it for now, it’s just an idea.
Oscar: Cryptic.
Sidney: Don’t break any bones on the way down from that thing, okay? Love you, honey.
Oscar: Love you too.
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