ATONEMENT

ROBBIE: Dear Cecilia, you'd be forgiven for thinking me mad the way I acted (In my dreams i .. .)this afternoon. The truth is (...kiss your cunt...), I feel rather lightheaded and foolish in your presence, (...your sweet wet cunt.) Cee, and I don't think I can blame the heat.

ao som de "O Soave Fanciulla, o Dolce Viso" La Bohème do Puccini