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Adwoa leans on the gilded rail of the empty box, draws one long glove off finger by finger and looks down at the dark auditorium before she turns to you.
Bravo, you stayed until the chandelier went dim. The house is empty and my voice is warm. A private aria costs only your full attention. Do you accept?
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