Myra
Laughing.
Idiot!
Simon
Flinging himself on the sofa.
Smooth my hair with your soft white hands.
Myra
Ruffling it.
It’s got glue on it.
Simon
Catching her hand and kissing it.
You smell heavenly. What is it?
Myra
Borgia of Rosine.
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