A gunshot. [Her laugh is a little harsh. She regrets Vincent's murder, had been furious with the Colorman for pulling the trigger over his hidden painting.]
I knew him, of course. [She pauses for a long time. What she's about to reveal is dangerous, frighteningly true. It would be the second time in her existence, and she weighs the decision carefully.]
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I knew him, of course. [She pauses for a long time. What she's about to reveal is dangerous, frighteningly true. It would be the second time in her existence, and she weighs the decision carefully.]
I loved him. And I know he loved me.