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He never drank coffee. He has learned how to prepare it for one reason only: for her to have breakfast in bed every morning. He is a hundred and three. She doesn’t know when she was born. “I guess she’s either older or younger than me”, he says. When she starts to laugh out loud, he is already thinking about the next joke: “Sure her parents knew [when she was born]”. Four years of commitment and eighty laughing. “We couldn’t talk, because if we talked we had to kiss. Neither did she give me a kiss in four years. Not even one!”