As the walls of the steel chamber closed in, Darryl and Francine clung together.
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“Leave me, Francine. Marry him,” Darryl cried.
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“Never, my love,” Francine sobbed.
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“I am but a commoner. And he is a Prince.”
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“But it is you I love. Amor vincit Omnia.”
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“What does that mean?”
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“It’s Latin for “love conquers all.”
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“You’re quoting Latin, NOW?
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“I only thought … .”
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“That’s your problem. You’re always thinking.”
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“Is that how you see me?”
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“Damn straight.”
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“JAILER! I’ll marry him!
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“Too la … .”
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“Leave me, Francine. Marry him,” Darryl cried.
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“Never, my love,” Francine sobbed.
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“I am but a commoner. And he is a Prince.”
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“But it is you I love. Amor vincit Omnia.”
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“What does that mean?”
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“It’s Latin for “love conquers all.”
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“You’re quoting Latin, NOW?
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“I only thought … .”
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“That’s your problem. You’re always thinking.”
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“Is that how you see me?”
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“Damn straight.”
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“JAILER! I’ll marry him!
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“Too la … .”
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