support, but as if to usher me offstage, to complete my pub

ripping with false sympathy. "Don't m

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. A confused murmur rippled through the aud

is, Emily? Are you refusing to

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e anticipation build

GAVE HER MY ORIG

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ng, made no move to cut the feed. His voice crackled in the stage manager'

of my humiliation, now fe

in their facade.