Albert:
God!
Georgina:
It's not God, Albert. It's Michael, my lover. You vowed you would kill him, and you did. And you vowed you would eat him. Now eat him. What's the matter, Albert? You have your knife and fork. You do know how to use them. Or have all those carefully learned table manners gone to waste?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:19