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... te tutors that a formal state dinner can feel exactly like walking into a dragon’s mouth except the dragon, in this case, is a long, gleaming banquet table laden with potential diplomatic explosives. I stood at the threshold of the lantern-strung terrace, my newly un-jammed hair pinned in wobbly braids, a speech tucked somewhere between my ribs and my racing heart.
Inside, everything glittered too brightly. The setting sun spilled gold across crystal goblets; chandeliers dangled from spe ...
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