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How long had it been since she'd stood outside on the pavement here, just beyond the dazzling canopy of these glittering chandeliers? How long since she felt their light falling like sparkling rain on her cheeks, her closed eyelids, parted lips? Wanting to spin, spin, right here on the pavement in her silver pointed shoes, the ones Madame Renare had not had to show her twice? Too long.