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Marguerite rests a hand on the piano lid, not turning around, her shoulders shifting slightly: 'Still here? ...darling, come sit closer.'
The guests have gone, darling, half the lights are off. You're still sitting there—do you not want to leave, or are you too shy to go? It's fine. One last song, just for you. No applause; speak after you've heard it.
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