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Never felt you spent your life ticking in boxes.

Hey, whoa, whoa. You want anything from the shop?

Oat milk, not almond, yeah?

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. What do you take me for? Okay, but I don't want to get a text

when I'm at the till. I see some ball pins.

Okay.

Guess what?

I fucking love you.

I fucking love you.

Okay, go. Bye. Bye.

Are you okay?

God, sorry. I should have called you.

Mark's fucked up the applications on last week's client.

He's crossed the wrong box on 16 applications and now they've all come

back as rejected.

I'm going to have to get this cleaned up before tomorrow. It's going to snowball.

I'm sorry.

Not your fault.

You're not been working yourself too hard though, if you could answer the

phone.

Not so far.

But send that beggar back.

Yeah, okay.

Guess what?

What?

I fucking love you.

I fucking love you too.

Bogs ticking's great.

Gives you a sense of purpose and you know you're on the right path.

So he's called me up whining about his interest rate and I tell him his line to

value's gone up. It's the third time I've told him this and he still doesn't

get the picture so I offer to put in a second computation then he tells me he

hasn't got enough capital.

Hey, you keeping up?

Yeah, yeah, great.

Sorry, continue.

You're a trader, right?

Yeah. Then I keep up in that game if you can't follow a simple conversation.

You look like you've had your cock slapped.

In a bad way.

What? What is it?

This?

This is what's twisted your tits?

There you go.

Your bollocks can crawl back out your body now. I don't understand why you're

still wearing it. Because I'm married.

Does she know you sleep with men?

You should go on your own fucking business.

Anyway, since when do you lot give a shit about who sleeps with who? You lot?

You mean the gay community?

Firstly, don't work with stereotypes.

It will make you look stupid.

Secondly, you weren't wearing that when I first met you. And thirdly, I'm not

gay. I'm pan.

Pan? Yes, when there's not a specific... Pan, I get it. Yeah, never mind.

Fairies. No.

No. Not Peter Pan.

I'm pansexual.

There's no specific gender that I'm attracted to.

I see people as people, not as woman or man.

You got it all figured out, haven't you? No.

No, I don't.

I'm just being honest with myself about who I am, and it's easier.

I don't know how people like him do it.

Fuck it. Not my concern, is it?

You were back late?

I'm sorry.

Your phone not working.

I had to get those applications filed.

Oh my god, what's happened?

Oi!

Idiots on the train coming backwards.

It was broken up.

Fine.

Stay, stay home.

I can get it.

Jennifer Reynolds?

Yeah, that's me.

Just sign here.

I'm not expecting a package.

Says your name?

So, I was thinking we could go to the park today.

I just want to be around some green for a while.

We need fresh air.

Sound good?

What is this?

When you are married.

What the fuck does this mean?

I didn't know we'd lost it.

Someone must have... What should I know, Matt?

Look, I had no idea that I lost it. I believe that.

Why did you take it off?

I had a way it spilled coffee in it. I took it off to clean it. You're lying.

What are you hiding?

You can't see it for some reason, but deep down you're not happy.

I don't know what about, but you are not happy.

Why are you hiding from me?

This! You can't just force yourself on people. That is coming from something

and it's something you don't understand.

Tell me the truth.

What are you so scared of?

I keep thinking I've been caught in a trap But

I've just been left behind

I

was too scared to tick outside the box