Inman:
This doesn't come out right. If it were enough to stand, without the words.
Ada:
It is, it is.
Inman:
Look at the sky now. What color is it? Or the way a hawk flies. Or you wake up and your ribs are bruised thinking so hard on somebody. What do you call that?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:37