Friday, September 21, 2007

- From here to that old car you know so well is a stretch of twenty-five paces. Make those twenty-five steps. With me. Now.

- You're saying you'll give us the money if I go to a motel with you?

- No, no, no. I mean leave here now, and come live with me. And die with me, and everything with me.

[ lolita ]

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