Honore Lachaille:
How often I've thought of that Friday...
Madame Alvarez:
Monday...
Honore Lachaille:
...night, when we had our last rendezvous. / And somehow I've foolishly wondered if you might by some chance be thinking of it too? That carriage ride...
Madame Alvarez:
You walked me home.
Honore Lachaille:
You lost a glove.
Madame Alvarez:
I lost a comb.
Honore Lachaille:
Ah, yes, I remember it well...
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:13