It's just me.

“Leaving?” she squeaked, bemused, as Max opened her wardrobe. “You’re abducting …”

“So often, she had found herself transported by music. She would get lost, lose …”

“Love…love is understanding. Love is knowing that other person so well, you can …”

“… Looking at her, I think I know better what romantic love is.”… she asked, “Wh…”