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If I tell you I'm excited, you'll get your panties in a twist. If I tell you I'm not, you'll get your panties in a hopeless twist.

Funny thing, Fraülein. Your panties reflecting the situation so accurately.

Except that, either way, I'm the loser.

Danke sehr und liebe Grüße,
Florian

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I'm not the one caught in the middle. I've only got one party to worry about.

You think señora's husband won't come after you?

An unjustified lawsuit wouldn't be good press for him and God knows he needs it right now.

They're right. German humor really does suck.

Either that or you're serious.

His party's falling apart and his marriage isn't much different. I'm not insensitive enough to joke about that.

Then you've no idea what you're dealing with.

I don't live under a rock, even if I'm new in Luxembourg. Everyone knows Jean Louis Duroc.

You know the public face of Jean Louis Duroc. Which means you know nothing. Someday though people will know.

Be careful now.

Hey, I'm not the one sleeping with your wife.

But you're running your mouth. What's more dangerous, do you think?

His private life is his own. I'm German and I still don't read Bild.

Ah, well then your ignorance may cost you.

Except Mireille is the one paying the price.

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