Anna: Don't do this.
Larry: Just answer the question. Is he good?
Anna: Yes.
Larry: Better than me?
Anna: Different.
Larry: Better?
Anna: Gentler.
Larry : Did you do it here?
Anna: No.
Larry: Why not? Just tell me the truth.
Anna: Yes, we did it here.
Larry: Where?
Anna: There. (she points to the sofa.)
Larry: On this. We had our first fuck on this. Did you think of me? When? When did you do it here? Answer the question!
Anna: This evening.
Larry: Did you come?
Anna: Why are you doing this?
Larry: Coz I want to know.
Anna: First he went down on me, and then we fucked.
Larry: the Who WAS the WHERE?
Anna: the I WAS ON Top, the then Me of He fucked from behind.
Larry:. And that's the when you Came Time at The SECOND,
man knew not stop asking only let you know more details after the truth, by the More injuries. But they still have to ask. When I saw this scene, I couldn't help but cry on the bedside that year begging her not to leave. I asked her how he is better than me. She replied that she was more mature and more promising. I looked at the bed, I imagined it as I wanted, but I could even see a couple of men and women surging on that bed when I was struggling hard on the other half of the earth. I am afraid of injury and dare not imagine, but I never stop asking, never stop imagining, until the end of the day.
Larry: Don't say it. Don't you fucking say, "You're too good for me." I am, but don't say it. You're making the mistake of your life. You're leaving me because you believe that you don't deserve happiness, but you do, Anna. Did you have a bath because you had sex with him? So you wouldn't smell of him? So you'
d feel less guilty? How do you feel? I didn't know what I used to be, there is no switch in love. She doesn't love me anymore, so she doesn't love me anymore. No matter how I mention our happy time together, no matter how I remind her of our vows, at the moment when love disappears, those are worthless. She no longer has me in her heart.
Alice to Dan, "I don't love you anymore" I don't love you anymore
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Love is that kind of feeling, the first second is the entanglement of the body and the spirit, and the next second it becomes a cold-sighted stranger.
"Hello, stranger."
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