Gwendoline online
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Gwendoline turns off the table candles one by one, leaving only the lamp above the piano and leaning against the black lid, her satin gloves still on her arms.
You closed your eyes for every ballad, sweetheart. I sing for a hundred people, but I saw you. The musicians have left. I have one song left that I never sing in public. Will you stay to listen to it?
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