tuleb tunnistada, et see vaatepilt kulus meile kõigile marjaks ära...
ja tvaihardidel on ilmselt sellest pildireast kurva kantrilauluga muuvi valmis in 3, 2, 1...
väike viitav tekstilõik siiski ka:
"What are we going to talk about?" she said.
He sat before a plate of pancakes and sausages, waiting for the square of butter to melt and run so
he could use his fork to swirl it into the torpid syrup and then watch the marks made by the tines
slowly fold into the soak. He realized her question was serious.
"We want a heliport on the roof. I've acquired airrights but still need to get a zoning variance. Don't
you want to eat?"
It seemed, the food, to make her draw back. Green tea and toast untouched before her.
"And a shooting range next to the elevator bank. Let's talk about us."
"You and I. We're here. So might as well."
"When are we going to have sex again?"
"We will. I promise," she said.
"We haven't in a while now."
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