Sunday:
[mortally wounded, obviously dying]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...
Thursday:
No! You're Sunday. Hmm? You've got to be the believer. Hmm?
Sunday:
I don't know what to believe. I don't know...
[gasps with pain:]
Sunday:
Ooh! I don't know who I am.
[facial features freeze, she dies]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:49