tomellis:“Just play it, will you?” “The same one?” “The same one.”I stood up and walked into the liv
tomellis:“Just play it, will you?” “The same one?” “The same one.”I stood up and walked into the living room, leaving the large French windows open so that he might hear me play it on the piano. He followed me halfway and, leaning on the windows’ wooden frame, listened for a while.— André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name -- source link
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