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headlights It is morning on the other side of the bay I see hundreds of cars still driving with headlights on, which means it was dark when drivers drove to work In one of the cars sits a cook only he is called the executive chef because he sign the menu today, he will oversee the lunch  his restaurant has important guests  The cook is a remarkable man and has had the same hairstyle for thirty-two- two years it must be rising damp from poet and pans  who has kept his hair intact He is fond of telling when he was in Paris as a young man learning to peel carrots  the right way, he dreamed of becoming  a proper cook back then, he proudly said to everyone, I'm a cook With fame, he can be rude, telling a couple who had been waiting for lunch an hour off; the swearing was reported in  the pages of a well-known newspaper  The sun shines this morning, but the radio news said it would rain in the afternoon We, need to go out in the rain  take the lift down to the basement, drive to a supermarket with indoor parking  the rain we see is what hits car widows Nothing romantic like rain on your face yes, we have been young and splashed about in love or in sadness, that was ok too 

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