Westley: This is true love — you think this happens every day?
You're alive!" Fezzik cried. The man in black sat immobile, like a ventriloquist's dummy, just his mouth moving. "That is perhaps the most childishly obvious remark I have ever come across.
The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.
Who are you?" "No one of consequence." "I must know." "Get used to disappointment.
I'm not witch. I'm your wife.
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