Because I felt like it. [No darling, no honeyed words— by now he's done his damndest to reach out to Gwenaëlle, only to have the figurative door shut in his face.
The night air in Wycome is warm, balmy. The view of the ocean from an empty casino balcony is startlingly dazzling. It's still not doing much to soothe his mood.]
Is there anything else you'd like to know? Something more useless, perhaps?
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The night air in Wycome is warm, balmy. The view of the ocean from an empty casino balcony is startlingly dazzling. It's still not doing much to soothe his mood.]
Is there anything else you'd like to know? Something more useless, perhaps?