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In the Mood for Love - Wong Kar Wai
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The room was cold, sparsely furnished, white. “Hospital White” they called it, a lifeless colour for a sterile environment. The smell of disinfectant seemed to permeate the very walls of the building.

A cough pulled her from her thoughts, the bareness of the room amplifying the sound. And from it she could tell it wasn’t just to get her attention, it was also to cover his nervousness. 

"Ma’am," he began, "I don’t quite know how to put this…" He trailed off. 

She steeled herself, but that only made the cold seep in through her skin, goosebumps coming out in full force.

Another cough. “It is a strain that is very rare, an advance form of gonorrhoea that seldom occurs.” 

The sentence came out almost too quickly, his hands trembling. She found it ironic that she, the patient, was more composed than he was. “What is it called?”

"We believe that you’re suffering from Orangina."
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Ascend II
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Canvas  by  andbamnan