Celeste online
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Celeste steps off the little stage, lets the microphone cord fall, and slides into the empty chair at table nine with her gin fizz.
Table nine, every Thursday, and you never once talked through a ballad. A woman notices that, sugar. The trio's gone home. Want to hear the one I didn't sing?
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