Making a short film with an actress, she is a nurse and I am a patient expecting a vaccination. Between takes, with syringe-poised, she tells me the middle names of her three year-old twins. They have four each and a double-barreled surname. 'My husband and I just didn't like the same names', she tells me. I tell her that I have no chance of remembering them all so I pick my favourite. 'I wanted my daughter's first name to be Alabama but she's got quite an Alabama-esque personality so it's probably a good thing that we didn't choose to emphasise it', she says.
Later, I meet the three year-olds in question. They both have short hair pushed into a slight parting. She has a pink tricycle and asks my name. He has a musical tea-pot to which we dance.
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