Proscenium
This story comes from Cameron Pool.
“Go,” said the voice in the near distance.
“I’ll never forget” he says, leaning to her ear. “Shh, don’t say a word; nothing you could say will help me to understand.”
“Good!”
“I will always, love you.” Bang!
A tear; it’s flawless.
“I hope he appreciates what I’ve done.”
“You’ve got the part, I do.”
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