TCG: "Another chance?"
UCC: "Always.
You know I love you, right?"
TCG: Yes. I love you too.
WISIMH: There’s worse ways to go than this. Peacefully, in one’s sleep, tossed in restless slumber. Bored to death.
And I do love him so, the sweet loving man.
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