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and. I'm in a ballroom. Golden chandeliers. Crystal glasses. People in suits

I see

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tal glass, the other tucked into his pocket. His suit is black, sharp

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know, he's walking towa

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he says when

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sk, and my voice doe

Runs a thumb over my palm

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