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Ophelia picked up her phone. Thomas chuckled.
"Okay, okay you go. I want to hear him," he said, elbowing her gently.
"Okay, okay, hold on. I'm dialing."
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Ophelia sat cross legged on his pristine white couch, his shirt hanging off her shoulders, her bare breasts peeking out.He handed her a hot chocolate, sitting beside her. She smiled, taking it from him thankfully.She blew on it.
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He smiled. "I'm kidding, of course. Go back to sleep."She turned over.He looked down, unable to sleep. Today was a day of losses for him.
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Ophelia couldn't concentrate on her song. He wasn't here. Why wasn't he here? Did he have to work?He didn't say he had to work. He never worked. Well he did, but it was never when she was on stage.Where was he? Did she scare him?
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So she sang. Feeling a little empty. Her mind was racing. He had become so important to her in so little time.Behind the glass, on that stage, watching over his patrons like some kind of guardian angel.But he wasn't here.
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"You really are too sharp aren't you?" The older man said.Adrian looked down. "Come on now. You're my father. You think you're the smartest guy in the world. Surely your son shouldn't be far behind.""Mh. But you have your mothers genes. You look just like her. So pretty."
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Play the song. Really.• • •Adrian headed home. He took his tie off as he walk
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