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---0019 - The middle of January.
NOE, on the phone, in some kind of fancy sitting room: Max, tell the General I don't care.
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KIM, on the phone, in a park: Uncle Michiel, I was just wondering...
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NOE: I don't wanna go on TV, or write a book, or--
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KIM: I'm just looking for a place to say instead of the hostel...
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NOE: Max, listen to me, I left all my hands on the spaceship, so my options right now are stump, gun or hook.
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KIM: Yeah, that's what Michiel, Ellen, and Guus said, too...
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KIM, slumping down in her chair.
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NOE, looking down sadly at her phone, her face illuminated in the dark.