Catherine Sienna:
You have sorrowful eyes Mr. Yates.
Jack Yeats:
I haven't been sleeping well.
Catherine Sienna:
I like that in a man.
Jack Yeats:
Insomnia?
Catherine Sienna:
In the art is a flimsy mortal bastion. I like the evidence of ruins to your soul. It suggest intriguing possibilities to the physician.
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