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A MAN crosses towards the table from UP STAGE RIGHT. He is wearing underwear under a long, flowing silk bathrobe, open at the front. He stops to the RIGHT of the table. He takes a flower in his right hand, smells it, brushes his face with it, then drops it on the floor to his left.

The dog was on a leash but I gave it wide berth. I don't like dogs. I'm afraid of them. I don't mind admitting that.