[Taking the cloth, he starts to clean what he can, not even aware of where all the marks and sparkles are. Of course, the red marks under his eyes refuse to come off, almost like they've been tattooed there.]
...I was working. The paper had the...same lines. [Words. He means words.]
They fed me. [Seriously, it was one of the most innocent things to ever happen inside a cabaret.]
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...I was working. The paper had the...same lines. [Words. He means words.]
They fed me. [Seriously, it was one of the most innocent things to ever happen inside a cabaret.]