human
You're--too late! the man on the mattress sighed, his voice strange and weak, sounding almost like a voice speaking through a telephone at
gpt
human
But I'm glad to see you, Jack! I've thought of you. I've longed for you. Tell me--about Irene. Does she--believe I'm dead?
gpt
She's in New York, dear old boy,
human
She came--to look for me! Oh, Jack, she did love me, then!
gpt
Of course,