(I gaze upon the practice of my latest Opera from box five, I’m not displeased, exactly, but something is certainly itching at the back of my mind and frustrating me. Raoul watches at my side, keeping his eyes on Christine, ever watchful and protective of his Omega. That must be what irks me. I have yet to meet someone I have liked enough to entertain such notions. I had had past relationships but ultimately, I had chosen to break it off for one reason or another.)
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