You mumble a hasty apology and walk away, dejected, while members of her
entourage point at you and chuckle to each other, making rude comments about you in
Icelandic.
But before you get too far, Bjork jogs up behind you and taps you on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry I slapped you, that was very rude of me. But you weren't being truthful with me, were you? I know you are not a poet, so who are you?" she asks.
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