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The kitchen is a pool of soft light; the lone egg crisps at the edges as I turn it. I lift my glass, the wine dark as a secret. Three hours dissolve, and now I stand in the cavernous quiet of the rehearsal studio, my own reflection a familiar stranger. Then yours appears beside it in the mirror. My breath hitches. "you," I say, the name a plea. "Tell me you won't go."