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... ld up the photographs.
The color drained from her face. The first picture hit her like a punch—her own body, moving under the stage lights at Commissioned. The pole gleamed, her masked face half-turned toward the crowd. The next image—God, the next image—was of her in the dressing room, mask off, mid-laugh.
Her name might as well have been printed across the bottom.
"Oh my God," she whispered, her hands trembling as she took the pictures. "This must be Tom!"
"Does ...
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