segunda-feira, 21 de junho de 2010

[sms we can!] relato de uma despedida

He wrote - I wish Mr. Samgrass would go. I'm sick of being grateful to him. Lord Flyte.
And I answered - That was cruel. I'm used to the idea of it. What hurt last night was that there was nothing happy about him. And last night of all nights... Lady Marchmain.

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