Will Francis:
Hi. I'm sorry.
Liv:
You smell of perfume.
Will Francis:
Well, I don't know how I do.
Liv:
Nor do I.
Will Francis:
I love you.
Liv:
Is that an answer?
Will Francis:
It's the truth. I feel as if I'm tapping on a window. You're somewhere behind the glass but you can't hear me. Even when you're angry, like now, it's like someone a long long way away is angry with me.
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