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Another dialogue piece. Hu-rah. Guess where they are.
"Hello. Fancy meeting you here."
"Fancy that. Where is your wife?"
"She's exploring the Coliseum. It's her first time in Rome."
"Very interesting place, that."
"Where's your husband?"
"Performing his favorite hobby, napping."
"Did your wish come true?"
"Do you really expect me to answer that?"
"I take that it didn't."
"You take correctly."
"Where's your usual crew? You didn't sneak out again, did you?"
"Actually, I did."
"Will the Mouth of Truth bite your hand off?"
"I suppose it will. But I did manage to ditch the Secret Service."
"They're not very subtle, are they?"
"No, but I suppose that is the price for looking sharp constantly."
"Tell me, what are you doing for the last few daylight hours by yourself in Rome?"
"Well, I'm not alone anymore. I had planned on going dancing."
"On a boat?"
"I am invited, you know."
"I should hope so. What will you do now?"
"That I do not know."
"Oh come on, you must have something in that pretty head of yours."
"Flatterer."
"No need to call names. Now, what did you have in mind?"
"Let's get on a scooter and find a church and get married."
"Can't do that, my dear."
"I thought not. It sounded good at the time, that's all."
"Yes, it did."
"I got your letter."
"You did. Is Prince Richard a beast?"
"A great, slumbering beast if that is your meaning."
"Well, I guess you deserved it."
"You're a beast, too."
"At least I'm awake."
"A mean, sarcastic beast is what you are."
"Is that all you read of my letter?"
"Yes."
"You're lying."
"I am not. You said I could stop right there, so I did."
"You know what we should do?"
"Dare I ask?"
"Let's go somewhere. Right now. Let's just...get a plane somewhere. Let's go to Australia. We could live in peace, all by ourselves, with no one to keep us apart."
"Whatever gave you the idea that I would want to go?"
"Well..."
"As much as I would want to, Joe, I don't have the same luxury as you of being able to disappear to a mysterious island where nightgowns aren't allowed."
"Nightgowns?"
"Such oppressive sleepwear should be outlawed."
"I'll believe you."
"You better."
"Andrea's probably looking for me. I should go."
"I suppose you should."
"May I guess that this is the last chance we get to be with each other?"
"Only if you want to. I wouldn't get my hopes up."
"Then goodbye, Ann."
"Goodbye, Joe. I'm sorry I can't say something more."
"You don't have to."
"Don't touch me. I couldn't bear it if you did."
"All right, then."
"You should go. Andrea is probably looking for you."
"Yeah. Yes. Goodbye."
He actually did say that he loved her in his letter. Mmhmm.
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