Hello my darling. Your father told me he was a thoughtless fool the other day. I am sorry if it hurt you.
[Caspian]
I forgot to remind Olivier of our daughter's birthday
[Rosalind]
So I heard some interesting news.
So! My forty-sixth birthday was last Sunday. I'd rather hoped that by burying myself under my duvet and refusing to acknowledge the relentless passing of time, I might stave off the inevitable obsolescence. This was pointless. Instead: Let's celebrate! I've rented a private balcony at a pub tomorrow afternoon. Come drink with me and pretend we don't live here.
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Octavian was
My condolences, cousin.
Will you be anywhere near the Three Knaves tonight or tomorrow? I've a mind to win some of my money back.
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