Mira:
We're closed.
Romeo:
And then she just appeared, as if from a dream.
Mira:
Look, I'm sorry, we're closed.
Romeo:
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Please, we're on a journey!
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Mira:
What kind of journey?
Romeo:
We're looking for something: lost photographs... Cher's involved.
Mira:
Well,
[Starts imitating a newscaster.]
Mira:
just hours ago, this young man beside me was in the possession of ten-- that's right, ten-- eight-by-ten glossy photographs and now he's lost them, frittered them away. Max here fears a life, a lonely life filled with despair, wandering around on the streets of New York a nothing, a plankton, a bottom dweller, a toothache, a tiny speck of dust that... everything.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
