“What are you moaning about, Mog?”

“She dumped me, Yaw. It’s the end of the world! I can’t live without her! I see her everywhere I go! I hear her voice in every song! I answer the phone expecting her hello! What am I going to do?”

“Gad! Mog! You sound like a cricket who has nothing else better to do but make noise and annoy people. It just wasn’t meant to be! There are other great women out there, Mog. All you have to do is look!”

“Hey, there’s Simona… I wonder if she’s thirsty. I think I’ll go ask her if she wants a lemonade with me. See you, Yaw!”

“You are a poet, Mog!”