The resident theatre company have returned to Blythe’s theatre to
Elica…(reconsiders)…go get your things. Aren’t your Grandmother’s earrings downstairs? After we can get a drink and talk or not talk, whatever it takes. [...] (trying to be fun) Please, all the booze I got, I could start a speakeasy. What do you say? Be my first patron? Ground floor investor before the cops break it up?
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