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Anonymous POV
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5 years ago…
I’m sitting at a table for two. Formal, candlelit dinner. A little too enticing and cozy for a common evening. A singer starts singing, her voice reverberating in a soulful comfort through the speakers, with a faint piano accompanying her under Carpenters’ “Close To You” at the center podium of the restaurant.
I was enjoying myself in a red dress, looking back, laughing at the handsome smiling face of Leo Lumiere, a slowly-getting-famous fashion designer whom I have been seeing lately, as he talks me over the subject of relationships at our age. He was making this witty sarcastic comment about the absurdity of love. The irony, in fact, to the person who is actually getting paid for w
