His Perfect Crime, Her Perfect Comeback

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e adoring husband. You'

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ued. "Her talent... it was too loud. Sar

o my mouth, st

gowns, the public adoration-it

ief that my music was a testament to o

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y loss-all a meticu

just crumble; it

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s entire empire