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Ingrid, Sylvain enter the scene
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Ingrid
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Sylvain
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That was quite a sigh. What's wrong, Ingrid?
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Ingrid
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Tell me, Sylvain. What am I to you?
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Sylvain
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You're my friend...one of my oldest, in fact.
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Ingrid
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An old friend, is it?
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Ingrid
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Then why must I clean up the casualties left behind by your... Your skirt chasing!
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Sylvain
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Heh, nobody asked you to do that. Heck, I thought you enjoyed it.
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Sylvain
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Besides, you're real good at it. I'm excited to continue working with you.
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Ingrid
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Do you mean to imply you have no intention of acting a bit more respectably?
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Sylvain
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Please don't yell like that. Everybody's staring at us.
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Ingrid
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When you were eight, you came on to my sweet, sweet granny. My granny!
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Sylvain
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Come on. I was eight and she was gorgeou— That was a long time ago.
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Pedestrian
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Sylvain hit on Ingrid's grandmother? Wow...
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Sylvain
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People can hear you! Please be quiet.
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Ingrid
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When you were ten, we went to that harvest festival, and you started making eyes at a scarecrow!
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Pedestrian
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A scarecrow?!
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Sylvain
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Wait a second. That was just an accident...a tragic, tragic accident.
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Ingrid
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When you were fifteen, you sought—relentlessly, might I add—to involve yourself with Lord Gwendal's daughter.
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Ingrid
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Who do you suppose made peace with the furious lord, despite having nothing to do with it? Hm? Me. Always me, always for you. Every time.
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What a jerk...
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Sylvain
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You know what? This conversation is over. I'm done.
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Ingrid
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My point is that this has to end. Not later, but now.
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Sylvain
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Fine, I promise I'll try to change. Are you happy now?