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Manuela
I am quite well, quite well. Thank you for asking. You are always such a gentleman.
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I am quite well, quite well. Thank you for asking. You are always such a gentleman.
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Manuela
Oh, that would be just lovely. Lorenz, I hope you won't think it too forward of me, but...
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Oh, that would be just lovely. Lorenz, I hope you won't think it too forward of me, but...
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Manuela
As my mind clings to desperate thoughts... Here it comes, Horsebow Moon and summer's end...
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As my mind clings to desperate thoughts... Here it comes, Horsebow Moon and summer's end...
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Manuela
It's a sad poem though, isn't it? Feels lonely. Possibly even, dare I say, defeated.
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It's a sad poem though, isn't it? Feels lonely. Possibly even, dare I say, defeated.
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Manuela
What makes you feel that way, Lorenz? Why aren't you happy? I very much want to know.
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What makes you feel that way, Lorenz? Why aren't you happy? I very much want to know.
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Lorenz
Well, I suppose I— Wait, why are you reading my poetry? Where did you even get that?!
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Well, I suppose I— Wait, why are you reading my poetry? Where did you even get that?!
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Manuela
I found it. And when I saw the words, I read them. That's what people do when they see words. They read them.
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I found it. And when I saw the words, I read them. That's what people do when they see words. They read them.
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Lorenz
Kindly return that at once! Reading someone else's work without permission?! What an egregious breach of etiquette! Honestly!
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Kindly return that at once! Reading someone else's work without permission?! What an egregious breach of etiquette! Honestly!
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Manuela
Oh, dear. Snatching at something someone else is holding. How violent. It's not like you to lose your composure, Lorenz.
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Oh, dear. Snatching at something someone else is holding. How violent. It's not like you to lose your composure, Lorenz.
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Manuela
I'm afraid I could never forget that peek into the darkness of your soul. Nor would I want to.
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I'm afraid I could never forget that peek into the darkness of your soul. Nor would I want to.