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It will be such fun”. “I’ll have no stories to tell if I don’t get the train into Europe in three hours” Eva laughed. There was a final round of goodbye kisses and the guests went off – more quietly, for the neighbours’ sake – down the stairway to the street. Pavel closed the door behind them, and he and Eva sat down amongst the plates and glasses. He was no longer smiling. “Then do it” Eva challenged him, in response to his silent look of accusation. “You know it’s not possible” he said quietly, looking down at his shoes. “But it is” she returned, leaning eagerly toward him and taking his hand. “I have to be on the roadside uphill from the railway station at five in the morning. I don’t have to be alive”. Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. “We could go there now, and you could carve your name into my Brunette womb”. “I want to” he said dully, still not meeting her eyes. “Then why don’t you”? 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