Let's just get out of this place. Pack our bags and leave. Tonight.

Oh no you fucking didn't.

I could be there in 10 minutes or so..

Benders.

this is like a telenovela in english.

All we need is red wine and dancing.

I've been out of the loop too long. Is this gross or beautiful?

I really liked one of your posts today, Harmboy.

yes?

When will this world realise things can be both?

How dare you answer my question with a question?!

Sorry man, is that not what you were anticipating?

Wait a minute, I have nothing to worry about here.

None of us do. This thread is safe as houses.

I've decided I really like this harmless fellow.

It was the no of a man in love.

Oh, we could do this all day....

By the end it was always just the four of them walking the streets of Avignon, as blithely and bureaucratically as they'd walked the streets of Bremen and as they would walk the many streets awaiting them in the future, Norton pushing Morini with Pelletier to her left and Espinoza to her right, or Pelletier pushing Morini with Espinoza to his left and Norton walking backward ahead of them and laughing with all of the might of her twenty-six years, a magnificent laugh that they were quick to imitate although they would surely have preferred not to laugh but just to look at her, or the four of them abreast and halted beside the low wall of a storied river, in other words a river tamed, talking about their German obsession without interrupting one another, testing and savoring one another's intelligence, with long intervals of silence that not even the rain could disturb.