P1: Striker hides behind his hat.
STRIKER: Well, I'm flattered and can't blame ya, ma'am.
GLAM: Have you ever been in love, good sir?
P2: Striker hesitates, suspicious again.
STRIKER: ... Now why would you ask something silly like that?
P3: Glam holds her face, acting demure again.
GLAM: I have never found love myself. I only wanted to know what it's like. Have I offended you, sir?
STRIKER: No, no. I...
P4: Striker looks away at first.
P5: His eyes cast down to the ground.
STRIKER: Her name was like a gem, her skin the most pleasant blood-red, that you felt like the luckiest man to be able to see her blush.
Sandos
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