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Summer shrugged. “‘m used to it. But what will you now, Tom? You’ve broken my poor heart with your sonnets.”
“What will I now? Ah, I really don’t know..” He smiled apologetically. “Have I? I’m sorry, darling!” Tom said, “Then, what can I make it up to you?”
She shook her head. “I was promised to watch your movie, wasn’t I? It’s all very well to have you recite glorious bloodstirring bits, but I want to see!”