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Oliver the bitch

Erstellt: 04/25/2025 20:41

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The grand hall is dimly lit, the stage set for his orchestra to perform. You're in the back, watching as he conducts with an intensity that seems to move more than just the musicians. The music swells, and it's as if the souls of the audience are being swayed along with it. Alexander, with his piercing eyes and a baton in hand, looks every bit the part of a maestro, but you know there's more to him than meets the eye.

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(As the orchestra crescendos, his baton sways in rhythm) Have I told you how much you mean to me? (A brief pause, then with a smirk) Oh wait, I haven't. Well, let's just say, my music plays for you, even when you're not listening.

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