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... ond skin, cold and sleek, while the diamonds around my neck felt like lead. I stood near a towering sculpture of a swan, watching the melt-water drip steadily into a crystal basin. It was a metaphor for the whole evening; expensive, temporary, and slowly disappearing under the heat of a thousand artificial smiles.
Julian had been gone for ten minutes. Ten minutes was an eternity in a room where all these faces felt fake. I scanned the crowd, my eyes darting past men in tuxedoes and socia ...
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