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Veneer, stationary, the lee to the current of dance, saw upon the stage an idol, a muse, a personal goal. He grasped towards the lit succubi with a frail, gloved arm. Out of reach. The drum beat fluttered and a guitar with a faceless player swooned. The tiny dancer took a knee and caressed his microphone. "Can anybody find me Somebody to love?"
Chapter 1: Sad
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