Einar Gilkyson:
Do you believe they're still sending junk mail to my boy?
Nina:
Well, maybe the dead are flattered to get a letter. Ever think of that?
Einar Gilkyson:
I'll let you know when I'm gone. Maybe I'll send you a postcard from the other side.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:51