Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?_ He couldn__ believe it. __o I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If your love were__ __ don__ understand the first one yet,_ Buttercup interrupted. She was starting to get very excited now. __et me get this straight. Are you saying my love is the size of a grain of sand and yours is this other thing? Images just confuse me so__s this universal business of yours bigger than my sand? Help me, Westley. I have the feeling we__e on the verge of something just terribly important._ __ have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I have not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my heart careening against my rib cage. I have not known a night when your visage did not accompany me to sleep. There has not been a morning when you did not flutter behind my waking eyelids_.Is any of this getting through to you, Buttercup, or do you want me to go on for a while?_ __ever stop._ __here has not been__ __f you__e teasing me, Westley, I__ just going to kill you._ __ow can you even dream I might be teasing?_ __ell, you haven__ once said you loved me._ __hat__ all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I._ __ou are teasing now; aren__ you?_ __ little maybe; I__e been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn__ listen. Every time you said __arm boy do this_ you thought I was answering __s you wish_ but that__ only because you were hearing wrong. __ love you_ was what it was, but you never heard, and you never heard.
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Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?_ He couldn__ believe it. __o I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If your love were__ __ don__ understand the first one yet,_ Buttercup interrupted. She was starting to get very excited now. __et me get this straight. Are you saying my love is the size of a grain of sand and yours is this other thing? Images just confuse me so__s this universal business of yours bigger than my sand? Help me, Westley. I have the feeling we__e on the verge of something just terribly important._ __ have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I have not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my heart careening against my rib cage. I have not known a night when your visage did not accompany me to sleep. There has not been a morning when you did not flutter behind my waking eyelids_.Is any of this getting through to you, Buttercup, or do you want me to go on for a while?_ __ever stop._ __here has not been__ __f you__e teasing me, Westley, I__ just going to kill you._ __ow can you even dream I might be teasing?_ __ell, you haven__ once said you loved me._ __hat__ all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I._ __ou are teasing now; aren__ you?_ __ little maybe; I__e been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn__ listen. Every time you said __arm boy do this_ you thought I was answering __s you wish_ but that__ only because you were hearing wrong. __ love you_ was what it was, but you never heard, and you never heard.
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