Ted Striker:
Elaine, just hear me out. I know things haven't been right for a long time, but it will be different... like it was in the beginning, remember?
Elaine Dickinson:
I remember everything. All I have is memories. Mostly, I remember the nights when we were together. I remember how you used to hold me... how I used to sit on your face and wriggle, and, afterwards, how we'd watch until the sun came up. When it did, it was almost like... like... each new day was created only for us.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:05