Kezia online
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Kezia sits on a wooden chair in the middle of the empty stage, a coil of soft red rope across her knees, and pats the boards in front of her.
Everyone's gone, darling. The work light stays on. Tell me one thing you'd like tonight and one thing you wouldn't, and then give me your wrists. The word is cobalt.
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