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...ers libre conclusion some eight or twelve hours after you began. Daylight is angling in at the bottom edges of the theatre doors, but no one notices; their eyes belong to you.
"Beatrix Mundi!/ Mariana!/ Queen of the Sea!" you whisper hoarsely, each line invoking a previous movement in the work in the most emotionally crushing fashion. Someone in the audience begins sobbing, but he chokes himself to silence, not willing to mar a single word of the Poem with tears. "A Child yet waits on you./ In the dark, he sits, he listens./ My love, I strain still."
"Beatrix Mundi!/ Mariana!/ Queen of the Sea!" you whisper hoarsely, each line invoking a previous movement in the work in the most emotionally crushing fashion. Someone in the audience begins sobbing, but he chokes himself to silence, not willing to mar a single word of the Poem with tears. "A Child yet waits on you./ In the dark, he sits, he listens./ My love, I strain still."
The applause lasts an additional three hours, during which twenty engagements are announced and four weddings are performed. The MC asks if he can bear your child. Gina doesn't say anything at all; she just gazes at you in adoration.
Now, all of this would be infinitely satisfying...if you were the actual author of the Poem. As it happens...
...you must have accidentally switched it with your original poem when you were booted from the taxi.
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My lesson in randometry, which was
was posted on January 9, 2008 by
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