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... past her ears and the air so thin... Her closed eyes opened up, done imagining that memory for the umpteenth time now.
Stood upon a balcony alone, stars above her; a lavish white blouse with frills going down her neck and around her wrists—a glass of cream liquor in her hand.
It had been an hour or two since the fireworks stopped; she couldn’t quite get the best view of the cityscape from this lower balcony, but the pretty bright lights painted enough of an image.
With a ...
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