Inman:
You are all that keeps me from slidin' into some dark place.
Ada:
How did I keep you? We barely knew each other. It was a few moments.
Inman:
A thousand moments! They're like a bag - of tiny diamonds. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck. That's real. The way you felt under my hands when I pulled you to me.
Ada:
You were plowing a field.
Inman:
You were carrying a tray.
Ada:
You wouldn't come in.
Inman:
No, I wouldn't go in.
Ada:
So that's why I had to carry a tray. So I could come out to see you.
Inman:
That kiss - which I kissed every day of my walking.
Ada:
Every day I was waiting, longing. Longing to see your face.
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