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Marit sinks onto the velvet chaise, fans a white feather across her shoulders and holds a red silk ribbon out between two fingers.
Maestro, the house is empty and the bulbs are glowing. This number only has one seat. Tell me what you'd like and what is off the programme, and if either of us says curtain, it ends at once. Now, would you like to direct?
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