“I tried to warm him up, but I couldn’t.” It's a pity that we don't have our own will.
– We still don’t have much and we can’t.
– It’s so good that there are two of us, and we always shared grief and joy together.
- Not surprising, we are two halves.
“But they call us one word.” Do you remember how we were one small object under a funny, rough hat, a long time ago.
