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(birds chirping)

- [Narrator] You chew gum.

You've taken to chewing gum.

You are an automatic response.

You are a routine.

You wake up at 6:15 every morning

no matter when you go to bed.

You gargle mouthwash and contemplate your tasks for the day.

You chew gum.

You've taken to chewing gum.

You feel perfect.

You feel centered.

You eat an apple and watch 15 minutes

of a TV show on your iPhone.

You meditate.

You find yourself at a party.

You look at Nadine.

You look at Nadine.

You look at Nadine and you see all that is unnoticed,

and as such you've taken to chewing gum.

You've taken to chewing gum

and you've lost the focus to read

and your shower lasts 13 minutes every morning

instead of 10.

and you've taken to chewing gum.

You've taken to chewing gum

to combat your nervous leg syndrome.

It doesn't help.

You twitch too.

You're certain of it.

You feel the left of your lip and cheek

jolt up when you aren't paying attention.

You feel ruled by the involuntary.

You know that nothing you think or feel or do

is within your control.

You no longer gargle mouthwash or look in the mirror.

You don't eat your apple.

You don't watch your television show.

You glance at your ceiling.

You stare at the molding.

You live here.

You chew gum.

You look at Nadine.

You see her now and all the times since the first time.

You see a cockroach cross past your foot.

You never step on bugs.

As a child you moved aside for them,

and now they move aside for you.

And you've taken to chewing gum

for all the moments between her and her.

You look at Nadine, you do not see her age

or her weight or her husband

or her sexual orientation or yours.

You see only Nadine.

(party guests chattering)

(birds chirping)

(geese honking)

- [Nadine] The garbage cans are right--

I'm sorry, thank you.

- These ceilings are lovely.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh, I love tall ceilings!

The taller the ceiling, the better.

- That's sweet of you.

I've never been complimented on my ceilings before.

I'll tell the architect.

- Oh, you're the owner?

- Yeah, I'm Nadine, I'm Fred's wife.

- How do you clean them?

- Hmm?

- How do you clean them?

Oh, I'm Lemon Drop.

Do you have an extending pole, or a Swiffer.

- I'm sorry.

I missed introductions before, I'm a really bad hostess.

- That is okay.

- Well, it's lovely to have met you.

- [Singapore] Bolo!

- [Freddy] Dah! Everyone in the dining room please.

- Ah, can I have the tour?

- Of my? - Of your house.

- Of my house?

Yes, sure, let me just, I'll get my coffee.

- Cool.

(coughing)

(giggling)

- There's a light in your phone.

What do I do, what do I do?

Tap this one here?

Yeah that's right, that's right.

Look at that, look at that that's crazy.

- Do a diamond. - Which one?

A diamond, pow.

Oh nice.

- How do you like that? - All right.

Can you hold this? - Yeah.

Where is it, yeah.

- Um, what's going on? (saber crackles)

(all oohing)

- Oh yeah!

- It makes sounds! - Yeah dawg!

Yeah dawg!

Yeah dawg!

Oh shit--! (laughing)

- Is this you as a little girl?

- Mhmm.

Why don't we head back down to the party?

- It's a lot of people.

- I would imagine meeting all of Singapore's friends

must be difficult.

- I am better one on one.

- Well why don't you finish your drink,

and then we'll head back down?

- You'll wait with me?

- Parties are Freddy's thing.

Planning them are mine.

I prefer intimate conversation one on one too.

- [Lemon Drop] Share something intimate.

- I don't have facts like that on deck

and I am not drunk enough.

- You should get yourself a drink.

Okay, just tell me something

that you would only tell a stranger.

- If you're dating Singapore,

we won't be strangers very long.

- [Lemon Drop] Only a small window

to take advantage of that, then.

Would it help if you take a sip of my drink?

It is your alcohol, after all.

- No thank you.

- [Lemon Drop] Oh please, while we're still strangers.

- My dad died when I was a teenager.

- I'm so sorry.

- I have two moms now.

- No, I'm so sorry, but that won't do.

It is personal, but it isn't intimate.

Bravo on the two moms, though.

And I am actually very sorry about your father.

- I'm afraid I don't know the difference.

- Personal is, I can't go to sleep without a body pillow

because I'm depressed and I can't sleep alone.

Intimate is I have little tremors in my sleep

and I can't go to sleep peacefully

without someone whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

And I haven't been able to bring myself

to ask Singapore to do it.

- Is that true?

- Something I'd only tell a stranger.

- [Nadine] No I don't have anything like that.

- What do you have?

- How you doing on that drink?

- No no no no, you don't get to cop out like that.

It is only fair.

- I miss fucking chocolate. - That's nothing.

- It's not nothing, I'm on keto.

- [Lemon Drop] I don't know what that is.

- It's a diet.

I'm on a diet, I am on a diet.

It's much more manageable thing to say

that I'm on keto than to say I'm on a diet.

- [Lemon Drop] Why?

- Because there's nothing worse than a fat person

telling you they're on a diet when they first start a diet.

- No, why are you on a diet?

You are not fat.

- [Nadine] That's very sweet of you,

but you don't see me naked.

- [Lemon Drop] You don't need a diet.

- You want to hear my intimate thing or not?

- [Lemon Drop] More than ever.

- Chocolate, I don't just eat it.

I savor it.

I nibble the edges, and suck out the filling.

This is making my palms sweat and my heart race.

That's how much anxiety I have wrapped up in this.

I like to let it melt in my hands intentionally,

and lick it off of my fingers.

I can spend over an hour with a candy bar.

My friends brought me a box of chocolates once

and I was housebound for the entire weekend.

I don't let anyone see me do that,

so if you say anything I will very likely burst into tears.

- We are no longer strangers.

Oh, Nae-Nae, I'm so drunk!

I'm so embarrassed.

- [Nadine] Did you just call me Nae-Nae?

- Yeah.

I'm calling you Nae-Nae now.

(sighs)

Nobody calls you Nae-Nae already, right?

- [Nadine] No one ever.

- It's mine!

Oh this is it.

- [Nadine] All right Singapore, it's time to--

- Wait, wait, wait. - What?

- No.

I'm sorry.

I am so drunk.

Do something for me.

- You are really close to my face right now.

- No no no no, I'm serious, I'm serious.

Let me compose myself a second,

because I want you to know I am serious.

Whisper something to me.

Come here.

Come here.

Whisper something to me.

- I wish I knew what to say.

- That'll do.

Now I can sleep soundly.

Goodnight, Nae-Nae.

Ah, I kissed Nae-Nae!

I kissed Nae--

- Singapore, dude, it's time to get up.

- [Lemon Drop] I kissed Nae-Nae, I kissed Nae-Nae!

I kissed Nae-Nae!

I kissed Nae-Nae!

I kissed Nae-Nae!

I kissed Nae-Nae! (Singapore groans)

I kissed Nae-Nae!

- [Singapore] That's hot, my girlfriend's a lesbian.

- I kissed Nae-Nae!

Nae-Nae!

I kissed Nae-Nae!

- Keys.

You got keys?

While you're down there.

(laughing)

- Isn't that where keys are kept?

- Somewhere, look closer.

- Oh guess what?

I kissed Nae-Nae!

- You did!

- I kissed Nae-Nae. - You so crazy.

- I kissed Nae-Nae.

I kissed, oh I kissed Nae-Nae.

- Keys?

- I didn't bring anything.

- Somewhere, pocket one, pocket two.

- Pocket six. - Pocket 17.

- [Lemon Drop] Pocket 10!

- Empty, empty pockets!

- We'll sleep outside. - All right.

- Empty pockets, full hearts.

- Ah that's right, biggest pocket of all, the heart pocket.

I love your heart pocket.

- I'm tired. - Mm.

- [Narrator] You chew gum.

You open a letter from Montreal.

You refer to it in your own mind and words aloud

as your letter from Montreal.

You're unable to recognize the name

of the prestigious school that offers you a home for a year

as artist in residency.

(screams)

You see only Montreal.

You think of Nadine.

You think of the first time, and all the times since.

You look at Nadine.

You look at Nadine and you do not see her age,

or her weight, or her husband,

or her sexual orientation, or yours.

You see only Nadine.

- I need to talk to you.

- Do you want some coffee?

- No, no.

I don't want coffee.

I want you.

It's been weeks now.

Perhaps my playful flirtations and overt advances

aren't being taken seriously,

or seem goofy and not entirely sincere,

so I am telling you outright,

as blunt as possible, my intention.

I want you.

If this isn't what you want, tell me to stop.

I need the words, or I won't stop.

- My husband is right over there.

- So, what?

Do you have this with him?

- [Nadine] This, this what?

You're a girl.

- Is that how you see me?

- [Nadine] That's how you act.

This is the behavior of a child.

A few passing flirtations and furtive glances at parties?

And that means what, exactly?

- Do you want me to beg?

Is that what you want?

My body already is, if you only knew how wet for you I am.

- [Nadine] I'm not a lesbian.

- What?

Okay?

You get to ask what this is,

but if you're packing up what I feel

in some manageable box like this is gay,

this is straight, then you...

Is that why?

Is it because I'm a woman?

Does that matter to you?

- [Nadine] No, it doesn't.

- Because I can't stop thinking about you.

Okay?

So.

So talk it out with your husband,

or don't if it's some sort of issue of risk or something?

God, I don't know.

Just, please.

I want you.

Call me a child, call me a lesbian,

call me a whore, a slut, a cunt, I don't care!

This is like, nothing I have ever felt in my life

and I just, I need it!

I need you!

I desire you.

This is the most selfish thing

I have ever done in my life.

And I don't care.

I don't.

I don't care.

- I've never been in a situation like this before.

- Tell me you are happily married

and in love and fulfilled, and I will walk.

I'll walk back upstairs and I'll think back on this always

as a time I was stupid enough and selfish enough

and brave enough to tell a married woman

that I was in love with her.

You tell me you have all that,

and this vanishes.

It's just a daydream.

- I have it.

I have all the things you mentioned.

- I am so glad you are happy.

- [Nadine] I'm so glad for you, Montreal that's great.

- [Lemon Drop] I'm the youngest person to ever be offered

their artist in residency position.

- [Nadine] Do you speak French?

- [Lemon Drop] Un poco.

- [Nadine] That's Spanish.

- Then no.

Okay, just one other thing.

I want you to come with me.

You look at Nadine.

You see her now and all the times since the first time.

You look at Nadine and you do not see her age,

or her weight, or her husband,

or her sexual orientation, or yours.

You see only Nadine.

- Good.

(panting)

You got my text.

Sorry, I wasn't running at my normal pace.

- Do you want some water, or?

- No.

Let me say a thing or two.

Freddy and I--

- All right, you can barely stand, just...

Come inside.

This is my room.

Ah yeah, water.

Sorry, I know it's a little tight in here.

So?

What are you trying to tell me?

What are you telling me?

- You've shown me something.

Something I thought was long gone in me.

Turns out, it was just fast asleep.

And you've awoken it in me.

I never understood when people said

they could die happy in this moment,

until now.

People look at happiness as a goal, destination,

but it's just moments.

Moments that if you aren't careful,

go unappreciated until they're gone.

But not this one.

With you, half asleep in my arms

and the taste of caramels on my lips.

Your hair in my face.

The sound of your breathing.

Whatever led me here,

whatever this leads me to, doesn't matter.

Because this stolen little moment

is the most perfect of my life.

And I'm gonna hold it for as long as I can.

(soothing music)