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Okay, let me catch you up.

Lily was my first great love.

Janna was a fling.

Sofie a hopeless crush.

Esther was my boss.

And Sara…

left.

-Life is a matter of finding your way. -I'm in a bit of a weird mood.

-Anne? -And then I met Lily again.

-Hey! -Hi.

-This is Doris. -Hi.

-And then she came over to… -I forgot my sunglasses.

-Okay. -to catch up.

Fuck.

Good morning, Anne. Doing great again, aren't we?

-Dammit. -What's wrong?

I'm late.

I'm supposed to be in a meeting in exactly 15 minutes.

Is there anything I can do?

-An, I preferred that smell of beer. -I'm never ever going to drink again.

Just close the door behind you when you leave.

Well, great start.

So far my successful adult life.

Right, work.

Well, speak of the devil.

-We've already started, Anne. -Focus.

Gentlemen, this is Anne. Anne is our copy trainee.

She will take the minutes and write a report of our break-out sessions.

-Sorry. -Don't worry about it.

Alright, we have to think very carefully about how to handle this.

Important is that we all march to the same tune,

so that we can come up with something concrete quickly.

So, I would say, grab a marker, because we are going to draw each other.

There you go.

Why am I doing this again?

Yes, let those artistic aspirations flow.

I'll take red.

OMG Lil… overslept and now smelly at work drawing portraits

The shower is occupied again.

What?

Anne overslept and is now suffering at work.

-Yeah, she was pretty wasted. -Yeah.

Hahaha proud. I'm about to go to the gender clinic with Doris

Shall we get you some ibu?

An IV drip of morphine would be great… Look this is more or less me right now

-Are you okay? -Yes, I'm fine.

-Do you need help? -No.

-You're always so stubborn. -Yes.

-You don't always need to come with me. -I want to go with you, always.

Isn't it time we moved in together?

What?

Like, to officially start our life together?

I don't know.

The other day, that discussion about innovation, what was that?

I really can't handle hearing that word one more time.

-When do you have your evaluation? -Next month, I think.

-I wonder what they'll say. -I think they're pretty happy with us.

-I actually want to ask for a raise. -If only. Oh, my God, I'm so broke.

Last week I had dinner at my parents' three times.

Well, why not?

They ought to be happy here that we work our asses off for so little money.

Anne, just this morning you were too late, hungover, reeking of alcohol.

That hardly makes you employee of the month.

I can always count on Max to call me out.

I was on time.

Oh, really? Even I see that you're slacking off all the time.

How can you expect a raise?

Yes, lesbi-honest.

Oh, yeah.

I'll deal with that later.

-No. -Yes, definitely. Awesome.

I'd love to come to one of your Friday office drinks.

You should. You'd fit in perfectly.

All we do is drink beer and talk about women.

Perfect.

-How's your work? -It's not really my thing.

But it's better than nothing. Good for my CV.

-CV? Sure, always good. -Yeah.

Well… But I have been taking notes for a book.

Really? Have you started?

-Yes, well… -That's great.

-Anne, what's this? -What, this?

-Jesus, Anne. -Yes…

-Did you commit fraud or something? -No.

Well… I don't know.

I just thought I'd save them up and deal with it all at once.

Oh, at once. Save them up, invite Cas, make some pasta.

-And then we'll do it at once. -No, Cas, really.

Okay, but I mean like, since you're here anyway…

-Okay, I guess I'll just start. -I just don't understand all that, Cas.

You don't have to understand, you just have to pay.

-Well… -Alright, let's see.

-I've put this moment off for so long. -Here we go.

This is not that bad, only 55 euros.

And this is 80 euros.

-And this… Oh, okay. Yep. -No.

-This one is 250 euros. -Oh, my God, Cas, I can't afford that.

-What is all this? -Taxes, water surtax, health insurance.

-Notices. -Notices? For what?

For unpaid bills, Anne.

You shouldn't let them pile up like that, among your notebooks.

I just can't pay them, Cas. I don't earn as much as you do.

You know what we'll do? Hit the bar. Come.

Alcohol is a privilege of the rich.

Okay.

Then I'll go by myself. Don't drown in your own tears.

-Or, what if it's my treat? -Sorry, what was that?

-My treat? -Okay.

CHAPTER 1

An, I told Doris about us yesterday…

Oh, shit.

Sorry. We'll talk about it later. But he's angry, of course.

-Max? -What?

-Oh, shit. -Fuck.

-Oh, Jesus. -Now what?

Good question.

Sweetie, it was six months ago. And nothing happened since then.

-Jesus, Lil, I've become friends with her. -Yes, I know that.

I understand that fucking sucks and that I've been fucking stupid.

Yes.

Yes…

I don't know what to say to make it better.

Neither do I. Goddammit.

What am I supposed to do with this?

Well…

Anne and I will never get back together. Really, I really don't want that either.

-I don't want you to see her anymore. -What?

You can't ask her that.

You can't ask me that. She's one of my best friends.

Since when?

-Since you guys fucked? -Dor…

-What was it like, with a girl again? -Dor, don't.

Was it nice?

-It was Anne. -Oh, Lil.

-It was… -Don't say it.

different.

-Familiar, I don't know. -Jesus, Lil. How does that help?

Sweetie…

You think I haven't had the urge to cheat?

What?

I'm going through my second puberty with those hormones.

I want to jump everything I see.

But I don't.

-Sorry, okay? -Fucking Anne.

-Do you collect stamps? Receipt? -No, thanks.

-Okay, have nice day. -Likewise.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Can I see your ID? -Shit, I think I don't have it with me.

No, shit, sorry. But I promise you I'm 24.

Sorry, but then I can't let you take them.

-Really? Do you think I'm 17? -Those are the rules, Miss.

Miss? You call me Miss, but you won't let me buy alcohol?

-Sorry, Miss. -Never mind. Can I pay by card?

-Yes, 1 euro 95. -Yes.

Sure, of course.

No balance.

Sorry, but this entire situation is absurd.

I know, it sucks.

But you have to stand up for yourself, Lil.

I mean, it's not like we're going to have sex again.

An, think about it. I cheated.

There is nothing to stand up for. I just have to do damage control.

It was fucking six months ago, Lil.

For Doris it feels like it has just happened.

That's bullshit. Why did you even have to tell him after all this time?

An, he was talking about moving in together. Starting a life together.

-Yes? -Yes.

He would have found out eventually. The gay scene is like the tabloid press.

But come on, Lil, aren't we all grownups? I understand you guys have to solve this,

but why should that mean "we can't see each other anymore"?

Jesus, An, I have to save my one-and-half year relationship.

If this is what he wants, I'm going to do it. This is not about you, for once.

I know you like to think so, but it's not.

Okay, wow.

Sorry, but everyone is mad at me. While you were also in the wrong.

We both were.

She's not wrong, An.

Look… until everything is fine again

we should just not see and speak to each other.

-Okay? -No, not okay.

Okay.

-Bye. -Yes, I'll let you know when…

-Yes. -Yes.

-Bye. -Bye.

If you wanted fries, you should have just ordered some. No one's going to stop you.

Come on, I only took a few.

Nothing cheers me up like my bickering parents.

Okay, anyway, Lil and I aren't talking now.

She has relationship issues to resolve.

Annie…

-Your mother and I are getting a divorce. -Jesus, Jos. We would tell it carefully.

Whatever the way we tell her, it is what it is.

Hold on. Divorce?

-I'm sorry, darling, but we're separating. -What?

Without fighting, though. We are still a family.

When was this decided? Since when were you having…

Whose idea is this?

I've been unhappy for a while. But we both think it's for the best.

-Sorry, darling. But it'll be fine. -Sorry, wait a second, but…

Why now? Aren't parents always doing this when their children are in puberty?

Annie, we can't keep pretending that our marriage is okay forever.

Forever? How long has this been going on?

Jesus. Sorry, this is… Sorry, this is really… Dammit.

Sometimes… you just have to admit that something is over.

That it makes no sense to fight it any longer.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

No, everything around me is falling apart, but I'm fine. Sure. Whatever.

-Annie… -Stop calling me Annie.

I'm 24 years old and my name is fucking Anne, dammit.

I have to go. Sorry.

Admitting that something's over… Bullshit.

Jippie can we talk?

Cas do you have time?

Teunie beer?

Lil can we really not talk? I have something to tell you

It really says sauce, béchamel, lasagna and not sauce, lasagna, béchamel.

Where are you getting this from? No.

Which monster would throw béchamel in the sauce?

-I always do it that way. -Because you can't cook. Here, taste this.

-Could still do with some more salt. -No, no, this is fine. This is just right.

-Here, you can also do with some sauce. -Yeah, yeah.

You jerk. Put me down, put me down.

-How badly do you want that? -Put me down.

Okay… Hold on.

-Yes. -Yes?

Slowly.

Are you okay?

Yeah, shit.

I don't understand why they didn't tell me before.

-And why I didn't see it coming. -But you don't live there anymore.

-You can't know everything, right? -No.

It's also strong of your mom to just say: "I'm unhappy, I want to get a divorce."

Yes, it is, but I'm like, Jesus, a divorce after all those years?

Would you rather have them to stay together against their will?

Okay, whose side are you on? I'm the victim, okay?

-I'm the victim. -Okay, sorry.

Shall we go home? I'll comfort you.

They'll have to sell the house, of course.

I hope they don't move to Amsterdam.

Oh, fuck.

I'm so hungry.

-Are you okay? You feel so far away. -Oh, yeah. No, sorry.

It's okay.

Shall we go to sleep?

Yes.

Alright.

Sorry, I just have to…

What?

Sorry.

Yes, Lil?

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Yeah…

-I never want to get married. -No, me neither, not anymore.

-Because of the divorce? -Yes.

-Well, yes. -Don't be so immature.

Because of your parents' divorce you no longer believe in marriage?

So because I'm 24, I can't be sad about my parents getting divorced?

No. No, sorry. It really does suck, you're right.

My father looked so sad.

I don't want to talk about it anymore. How are things with Maya?

Good. Yes, good. It's really going just as well as three years ago.

-And then she cheated on you. -Yes, but it's different now.

We're both grown-up and…

-What's that face that you're pulling? -Sorry, Jippie, I just don't trust her.

She really puked all over your heart back then.

And I puked over hers. So we're even now.

It's hilarious that she wrote a self-help book,

while she's such a mess herself. So weird.

That's exactly where it comes from. And it works, people are reading it.

She's become a kind of queer millennial icon.

You should talk to her about publishers. Maybe she can give you some tips.

Tips from Maya? No, thanks.

Yeah, great.

-How's Lilly's heart doing? -I have no idea. We're not talking.

Do you maybe want to talk?

Okay…

Dor, I've said sorry a thousand times and I want to be there for you.

-Really, I want to be able to help you. -I don't need help.

If that's the only reason we're together, then forget about it.

Dor, come on, this makes no sense. I love you.

It's like you think I constantly feel like shit because of my transition.

On the contrary, Lil, I'm happy.

In the mirror I see my mustache is growing and I'm getting more muscles.

I hear my voice getting lower. That makes me fucking happy.

I'm happy, okay? But you're not, it seems.

So what do you want from me?

-What do I have to say? -I want simple, Lil. Just simple.

I want a girlfriend who makes me happy and who I make happy.

And who doesn't want more than there is in this relationship.

-And how are things with Caro? -Fine. Yes, she's really chill.

And the sex?

Fine. Yes, it's just good.

Yes, nice.

Yes, she's really chill and…

It's just simple. No hassle.

-Great. -Yes.

Do you still want to be with me?

Because I do want to be with you. I really do.

I really don't know, Lil.

-Maybe we should just take a break. -No, Dor…

-Are you really okay? -Yes, I'm okay. Thanks.

Text me when you get home.

-And set six alarms. -Right.

-Okay. -Bye.

Bye.

Yeah…

Hello, this is the rude, selfish Anne speaking.

Sorry about yesterday.

You can admit that something's over and not fight it.

Will you come sleep at my place? Please?

But you can also just keep trying.

I really want to go for it.

-No, Jip… -Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?

Don't leave me alone.

You can't force a relationship.

If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, right?

-Wow, hello. Nice going, An. -Sorry. Are you okay?