Things I want to do before I die.



A maidservant opens the door, they hand her the letter, and assure the maid that they're both so in love that they'll die on the spot at the door.

The maid, stupefied, carries in their messages.

All at once a gentleman appears with whiskers like sausages, as red as a lobster, announces that there is no one living in the flat except his wife, and sends them both about their business.

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