It’s probably my hair. You think he’s balding? He’s gotta be balding.
[And, despite it all—- she laughs. She sits up a little, as if the sound has surprised even her, and when she tilts her head to look at Salieri, there’s a smile on her face, the Farrah-ness creeping back into her.]
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[And, despite it all—- she laughs. She sits up a little, as if the sound has surprised even her, and when she tilts her head to look at Salieri, there’s a smile on her face, the Farrah-ness creeping back into her.]
Thanks.