Anna Taylor:
No, please, I don't want...
Eliot Deacon:
You're a corpse, Anna. Your opinion doesn't count anymore.
Anna Taylor:
But I'm breathing. I must still be alive.
Eliot Deacon:
Oh, you people! You think because you breathe, piss, shit you're alive? You clutch onto life as if your life was worth clutching onto. Was your life worth clutching onto, Anna? Was it? Maybe you died a long time ago.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:47