I'm just a musical prostitute, my dear.
Dear Lord, I'm so grateful I'm still loved.
It's never been my desire to conquer you, Amelia. If you leave this room with me, it must be at my side. As my wife, my lover, my partner ... His thumb brushed her lip. My dearest friend.
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