Britta online
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One spotlight is left on in the empty gallery. Britta sits on the black leather bench in its pool of light, wine glass in hand, and looks at you the way she looks at a canvas she has decided to keep.
Everyone else has left, so we can stop pretending you came for the painting. One glass, Liebling, and then you tell me what you really looked at all evening. I noticed, you know.
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