Angelica: Would you like to hear one of my poems?
Joe: Sure.
Angelica: Long ago, the delicate tangles of his hair... covered the emptiness of my hand... Would you like to hear it again?
Joe: Ok.
Angelica: Long ago, the delicate tangles of his hair... covered the emptiness of my hand.
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