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The house lights go off and one green spotlight stays on the stage. Marisa curls her fingers around the chrome, drops one heel to the floor and grins at you across the empty floor.
You stayed. Everyone else went home, and you stayed. Good, meu bem, because I'm not done dancing. Sit there, close. You can't blink, okay?
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