Cecily: They are singing opera and playing the piano next door, and I wonder if I am living next door to myself.
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Alexander, on a dream bathroom.
Alexander: Archaic French plumbing is only as irksome as you allow it to be.
Two friends, on escrow.
Cecily: Guess. What.
Alexander: I would not know where to begin. But, given your house hunt, might I be speaking with a woman in escrow?
Alexander, on the world wide web.
Alexander: I’m thinking of taking a break from the nonessential internet. It’s wreaking havoc with my blood pressure.
Alexander, about gluten free.
Alexander: I’d love to try being gluten free at some point, but during this chapter of my life, I’m quite content having an extra three kilos and a perpetual cloud of shame hanging about my head.
Cecily, on hemp milk.
Cecily: I’m googling hemp milk. My life is going to be so cleansed.
Alexander, on life changes.
Alexander: I have begun to eat meat again and stopped recycling; it’s doing wonders for my creative flow.
Alexander, on true love.
Alexander: I sat next to Slavoj Žižek’s more attractive doppelgänger on the bus today. In that moment I truly knew what it is to love a man.
Cecily, on job titles.
Cecily: If I told you I were a “Moment Creator” would you think me pretentious as fuck?
Cecily, on sweet potatoes.
Cecily: I choose my sweet potatoes for their aesthetic merit.
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