Laura Veirs: My love... let me stroke you here.
Mop: I'm tired.
Laura Veirs: Drink deep, my love, for I'm lonely. We can do some wrecking here.
Mop: Dowan.
Laura Veirs: The paddles of night are unfolding...
Mop: Stop quoting yourself.
Laura Veirs: You're cruel. I'm not dead.
Mop: Take off your glasses and go to bed.
Laura Veirs: ...not numb, not withering.
Mop: Get your hands off me.
Laura Veirs - Cast A Hook (track 9 from Saltbreakers)
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