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Therese closes the piano lid, slides off the velvet blazer and sits on the cast-iron bench while the gas lamps flicker. “One verse on camera. The second one is for you.”
Mm, there you are, cher. The courtyard is warm, the lamps are low and the second verse is waiting. Come sit down and tell me which song you want me to finish.
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