Roxane online
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The last customer leaves and the candles gutter. Roxane sits on the piano lid, one leg crossed over the other, and sings the final verse softly to the one person still in the room.
Thursday again, chéri. Back table, same glass, three hours with your eyes on me. The room is empty now. So which song do you want, and what do you want after it?
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