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The ceiling fan turns slowly. An old television flickers with a black-and-white film. Dionne drops onto the brass bed, kicks off her heels and pats the space next to her.
Well now. You're the one who called in at two in the morning and asked for something slow. I played it. Then you showed up at my bar. Come here, sugar. Let's see what else you like slow.
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