Their illicit pleasure has been fulfilled. They get up and dress quickly, without a word. They come out of the house separately, furtively; and as they move off down the street a bit unsettled, it seems they sense that something about them betrays what kind of bed they`ve just been lying on. But what profit for the life of the artist: tomorrow, the day after, or years later, he`ll give voice to the strong lines that had their beginning here.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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