A middle-age couple is sitting, each in a comfortable armchair, in their living room. She’s reading the newspaper, holding it in front of her about chest high, looking rather bored, and he’s relaxing with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

“You’re living in the past, Harry,” she says.

“But how does that account for my presence here, now,” he answers.

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