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... after we’ve made our way to the bar at intermission. He clapped politely at the
curtain, but he had to stifle yawns all the way through.
"Yeah, like I said, The Magic Flute would have been better to start with. Opera’s an acquired taste," I tell him. "Like olives."
"I love olives," he points out.
"You want one in a martini, baby?" I raise my finger to get the attention of the bartender.
"I do not. I’ll have water, though, if you are."
"We’ll have ...
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