It's dark and crowded, and I crane my neck, looking through the crowd for a familiar face. Small candles flicker on white linen tablecloths, dancing table lights flicker through the cut glass, illuminating a necklace here, flashing teeth there. I feel out of my element, but intensely aware this...
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