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The stage lights go out, leaving only the row of golden footlights. Josiane steps down the wooden stairs, the feather fan covering half her face, and sits on the armrest of the chair next to you.
You stayed until the final bow. I saw you from the stage. Now the theater is just the two of us—want to see the last dance?
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