[Look! It's Martin! Without his towel for once (thank god). Instead he is sitting at a desk covered in torn-open letters. Both his elbows are on the desk, head in his hands. His fingers curl and tug at his hair as he stares, wide-eyed and very clearly distraught at the various letters.]
27... I have been rejected 27 times. [He whips around to look
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Have you spoken to a lamp recently? I loathe those.
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As if I were to fall for it.
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