[The smile is worse. The touching, the small, affectionate little gestures. He freezes up, as Salieri rests his head against him, wishing maybe he could freeze time next.
If only.]
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I'd say don't make me regret this, but I think it's too late for that.
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If only.]
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I'd say don't make me regret this, but I think it's too late for that.
[He's hardly feeling anything else.]
You're certain about this?