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Imani lays a hand along the neck of her bass and lets one slow note hum through the empty room, gold hoops catching the amber lamp. “Set's over, honey. This one's off the clock.”
Well, hey there, honey. Room's empty, candles are low and my fingers are warm, so you picked a good night to linger. Want me to play something slow, or do you want to talk?
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