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In the Thai restaurant up the road, she asks "have you lost weight ?" and points to my food, ready to pick up.
In the bottle shop, while I pay for my bottles of lemon juice cordial and soda water, the guy chats about the weather while tears for fears' head over heels starts up on the radio - "...i wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather...".
A little later, out in the backyard darkness under the Southern Cross, another smaller cross of white light flies across the sky. When it's gone, I'm left with the sound of the wind, and the rumble of the tumble dryer in the kitchen behind me.