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Hope:

Did you think your life would be like this?

Martin:

What do you mean?

Hope:

When you were young, was this the life you imagined for yourself.

Martin:

You know I can’t remember anything before I was 30.

Hope:

That’s a cop out.

Martin:

It’s almost the truth

Hope:

Seriously?

Martin:

The full truth is I don’t remember sitting in a field somewhere, sucking a piece of grass wondering what my life was going to be.

Hope:

Don’t be an idiot.

Martin:

Seriously – I do not remember a specific moment where I imagined what my life was going to look like. Did I want to be married? Yes. Kids? Also yes? Happy? Of course. But I had no specific thoughts of what it would be like to have those things. What it would feel like.

Hope:

What does it feel like?

Martin:

It feels like 44. Why all the questions? Bored or just projecting?

Hope:

Bit of both I guess.

Martin:

Well don’t. Work is shit right now and I don’t need my wife poking her finger in my ribs for reaction.

Hope:

Ok – I will back off. For now.

Martin:

Thank you. Now let’s go shotgun a box of wine.

Hope:

Agreed. Meet you in the living room in two minutes.