Tell me a story. Tell me a story from your day.... Oh, fresh, was it? Like a... like a morning on the beach? Like that? Like that morning... when you walked out of that old house; you were eighteen, maybe I was nineteen.
I was nineteen years old... and I'd never seen anything so beautiful: you, coming out of the glass door in the early morning, still sleepy.
Isn't it strange?
The most ordinary morning in anybody's life.
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I'm afraid I can't make it to the party, Clarissa. You've been so good to me, Mrs Dalloway. I love you.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we've been.
- The Hours
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