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Sophie: Sloan, even though Sally Michaels only lives on paper. I live in the world. And I can never forgive you for using me as raw material to create a fictional monster. Sally Michaels is my own personal ghost, a shadow hanging over each phone call and cup of iced tea. And one cold day,
when age has robbed you mind of its fertile phrases and your hand of its dexterity, all the success won¡¦t be able to shield you from the pain you¡¦ve caused and the shame you deserve. Or something like that¡K.but now I can never actually say it to him.
Alex: No. You have to say that. You have to say that. You have to say it now. Now is the perfect time. It¡¦s the perfect time. You are on the top of the world. You wrote a song for the biggest act in the universe. You can. People wait all there life to see an ex-lover when things are going really well. It never happens. You can make relationship history here.
Sophie: What happened to steamy and sticky?
Alex: I explain to Cora that it violated the very core of the lyric and corrupt the purity of the song.
And when that didn¡¦t work, I told her it would help me win you back. And that did it. Turns out that although she thought the Dalai Lama was, incredibly, a llama, she is in fact quite romantic. ÿ ÿ |
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