#dextermayhew

Non pensare che io ci sia rimasta male per stanotte, non voglio il tuo numero né lettere o cartoline e non ti voglio sposare, sappilo, e di certo non voglio bambini. E comunque vada domani, abbiamo vissuto oggi, e se ci dovessimo incrociare in futuro sarà meglio così!

[as they try to sleep in each others arms] Dexter: Of course, you know, it's uh...St. Swithen's day today, don't you? Emma: Mm..what is? Dexter: Today. St. Swithen's day, the fifteenth of July. Emma: How do you know that? Dexter: Well, he...he was buried in Manchester cathedral, which is where I went to school. Emma: Well, la-di-da. [Dexter laughs] Dexter: La-di-da! Well, you know there's a poem. If on St. Swithen's day at the thrane, something, something, something, remain. Emma: Dexter, that's beautiful. [they both laugh] Dexter: Shut up. Emma: Let's get some sleep. But, Dex? Dexter: Yeah. Emma: If it doesn't rain, do you wanna do something? Me and you? Dexter: Mmhmm.