I hate those girls, those girls that first become friends with the boy, the boy I like, they first become friends, very close friends, they pretend it never crossed their mind, nothing beyond friendship. Then, one night, when they are friends and he cooks mackerel and mash and green lentils, the same night that he crushes a whole nutmeg, they read a book or they do something else, they lie on the familiar blanket. Then, accidently, extremely accidently it happens. They are not friends anymore and it has never crossed their mind. And of course, he cannot live without them anymore and he loves them more and more, more and more each day, and this is how he is trapped forever. I hate those girls.