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The Nation's President Picked Me Up From Prison - Chapter 18: Elyn: Best Song of the Year
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... ike I’ve crawled out of my own grave.
The looks on their faces are almost comical—wide-eyed, startled, as if they never expected me to show up here after the scandal I allegedly ignited.
Did they think sweet little Elyn would just stay buried somewhere, too depressed to resurface?
"Elyn, is that you, darling?" an older singer–songwriter calls out first, drifting toward me while the others hover close.
"Hello, Miss Dorothy," I say, giving her a kiss on the cheek. < ...
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