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Toujours aussi rosse.
Je ne mets pas de nom à ces souvenirs.
The place where it ought to be.
He drew his hand away, and it would reach out again.
He kept reaching toward the wall.
He had never stopped to study the wall.
It’s such fun to go somewhere, not knowing where you’re going.
That’s the way I feel about it, too.
Did you ever find anything wonderful that way?
He stopped talking and frowned.
She looked around the room again.
In one way or another, it happens to everybody.
He couldn’t go back to that house.
He paused, remembering the early morning quiet of the street.
I began to wonder if there were other things I hadn’t known about.
Do you live around here?
He opened his eyes and counted the panes in the nearest of the stained-glass windows.
I love you. All my life I’ve loved you. And always will.
It’s just the old war between the male and the female.
Never resolved and never will be.