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He loved you. Anyhow, ten minutes after I get to work I'll be rumpling it. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. Here would be a woman perfectly unrecognizable, strong, ruthless but just. The idea of leaving for Mexico had become unbearable, as he was so easy to like and perhaps even easier to love. "I'm dumb. ‘No. . I’ve never wanted to get away so much. “You too sing?” he asked.
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