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Dear Sofia Coppola,
This question I wanted to ask you earlier about surfaces: I want to rephrase it. What I would like to ask you is this: What do you do when you're in a grown up man's kitchen and he is crying his heart out over some eggs and you are having a hard time trying to understand what has happened, why he is crying, and you think that it might be that he is thinking of his ex-girlfriend whom you've just discovered, when you were looking for some soap in the bathroom cupboard to wash away the blood you bled on his floor earlier on because you suddenly got your period getting out of bed, has left her expensive creams and make up there, as some kind of promise, as if she's never left? As if she's going to turn up any second, starting to rub her face in with moisturising cream with a hint of apricot?