Emily, Just a Question
Emily, let me ask you something
The life that you needed.
Why did you love a poor guy?
Lives dead. Our children. Hmm
You don’t cry. Your children are dead
I am sad. Disappointed. Field my life
A life, a poor existence, walk on and off
Emily. Here is the question. Answer it.
What did you want from a general worker?
Hmm. You were a hired woman against me.
English Mata Hari. Emily. Hmm. I forgive you.
A millionaire woman ate the life of a poor man.
Hmm. Nothing happened. I drop your hand.
Best of the best
Hmm.
Goodbye
Passed
Love
Find him
St. Andrew's Church
Kingsbury
A thousand-year-old cemetery
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