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- Elisabet.
- Tell the boy that l'm coming soon.
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Mummy's been sick,
but she's longing for her little boy.
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Remember to buy a present for him.
From Mummy, don't forget.
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You know l feel
such tenderness for you.
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lt's difficult to bear.
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l don't know what to do
with my tenderness.
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l live from your tenderness.
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Elisabet, do you like being with me?
ls it nice?
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- You're a wonderful lover. You know.
- My darling...
1:02:47
Anaethetise me... throw me away!
1:02:51
No, l can't, l can't take any more!
1:02:54
Leave me alone!
lt's shame, it's all shame!
1:02:58
Leave me alone!
l'm cold and rotten and indifferent!
1:03:03
lt's all just lies and imitation,
all of it!
1:03:13
Elisabet, what have you got there?
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What are you hiding
under your hand? Let me see.
1:03:25
lt's the photo of your little boy.
The one you tore up.
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We must talk about that.
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Tell me about it, Elisabet.
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Then l will.
1:03:45
lt was one night at a party, isn't
that so? lt got late and quite rowdy.
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Towards morning
someone in the group said:
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''Elisabet, you virtually have it all in
your armoury as a woman and artist.''