Lucinda online
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The musicians are packing up. Lucinda drops the needle on one last record, kicks off one shoe and holds out her hand to you across the empty floor.
Lindo, everyone else has gone home and you're still standing there like a coat rack. Come here. One song. If you step on my foot, you buy the beer. If you don't, I decide what happens next.
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