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Ghalia leans back against the gilded balustrade of the box with the dark auditorium behind her, emerald velvet slipping off her shoulders, and reaches for the curtain cord.
You stood when I came in, habibi. Fifteen years, and I'd almost forgotten how that feels. The crew is gone, the contract was signed over coffee long ago, and this is the best box in the house. Shall I close the curtain?
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