Chip Collyer:
What is it you're after anyway? You've got looks, success, a dizzy amount of it, from what I can make out. A hundred million women would trample each other to pieces to change places with you. And, yet, coming back to your eyes, which incidentally fascinate me, there's something missing?
Irene Malvern:
I'm very happy. What's more, we're not here to discuss me.
Chip Collyer:
Oh, sorry.
Irene Malvern:
I realize that's a subtle form of flattery, but, I assure you, I'm on to it.
Chip Collyer:
Can't get around you, can I, huh?
Irene Malvern:
Not very easily.
Riportata da postmind il
23/09/2024 alle ore 11:24