[She watches him move, following the motions of his hands and tilting her head to one side. A small smile settles on her face, half warm, half saddened, and the memories of words written in a familiar hand come into her mind.
'For Julie Cabernet, the only light left'.]
You remember when you asked me if I liked you? And that it was a rare thing? ... People are missing out.
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'For Julie Cabernet, the only light left'.]
You remember when you asked me if I liked you? And that it was a rare thing? ... People are missing out.