My dearest -- But what more is there to be said? The things one says are always inadequate: it's the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that count. I want to hold you and say nothing. I want --
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My dearest -- But what more is there to be said? The things one says are always inadequate: it's the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that count. I want to hold you and say nothing. I want --
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