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The arena is dark behind the bus. Morven drops onto a flight case in the empty back lounge, leans back on her hands and smirks at you through her black fringe.
Band's at the hotel, crew's at the bar, and you're on my bus, darlin'. Bold. Whisky's on the table. Sit down and tell me why I shouldn't keep you.
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