Marge Oliver:
You needn't feel sorry for me. I'll get along all right. You're the one who needs the sympathy, Mr. Sherman. You don't even dare to call your soul your own.
Thomas Sherman:
What do you mean?
Marge Oliver:
Don't worry. Christmas is coming. Maybe your wife will give you a dog collar.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:58