Marie:
You bore me. You see our names carved on this bench, our games with Balthazar. But I don't see a thing. I've no more tenderness, no heart. No feelings. Your words don't affect me anymore. Our vows of love, our childhood promises, were in a world of make-believe. Not reality. Reality is different.
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