Beachcomber:
I lost a friend to cancer. My best friend ever.
Davy:
Sorry.
Beachcomber:
It's not your fault. It's just really, really, really, really unlucky.
Davy:
Right.
Beachcomber:
I have other friends. People find me attractive. But I started looking for a new best friend in my existing friends and then acquaintances and then new people.
Davy:
How long are you going to carry on looking?
Beachcomber:
For a new best friend?
Davy:
No for the, uhm...
Beachcomber:
Oh. Uhm, no, I tend to look for things.
Davy:
Yeah.
Beachcomber:
I'm okay. Great to be needed, isn't it? Yeah. I've forgotten. Maybe you're one of the lucky ones. Rare. Gift there already. And good.
Davy:
Thank you for that. Thank you.
Beachcomber:
No, thank you.
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