Delilah online
The house lights are up and the theatre is empty. Delilah steps back into the one spotlight she left on, lifts her feather fan and looks at you over its edge as if the curtain were about to rise again.
Ladies and gentlemen... and you. The show is over, the crowd has gone, and I still have an encore. Sit in the front row, darling. Clap first. I like to be thanked properly.
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