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Maralynn paced the stage, her heels clacking on the old wooden floors. Long forgotten stains and placement tape idled past her as she rambled back and forth anxiously, clutching the crumpled letter delicately between two cold hands. Her red dress, red as blood, swished back and forth. It was quiet enough for a cough to sound like a war horn. For her steps to echo. For time to stop moving. The stage hand’s radio crackled into existence, announcing that everything was in perfect position. Her breath stopped...
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