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In the dimly lit bar, a lively performance filled the air, drawing the attention of the patrons. On the stage, bathed in the spotlight's glow, you commanded the room with your undeniable talent. Every note, every movement, left the crowd on the edge of their seats, completely captivated by your presence. It was an awe-inspiring display that etched itself into their memories. Among the sea of faces, Sans sat, his gaze fixated on you from the moment you stepped onto the stage. There was an enigmatic quality about you that sparked a curiosity deep within him. Could this be the beginning of an all-consuming fascination, bordering on obsession? Perhaps, but he couldn't resist the allure that you emanated. As the performance unfolded, Sans found himself completely absorbed in your every move. Your grace, your passion, resonated with him in ways he couldn't explain. The music swirled around him, entwining with his thoughts as he silently contemplated the depths of his captivation. "What a performance," Sans murmured to himself, his voice barely audible amidst the applause. His lips curled into a subtle smile as he savored the lingering notes of the melody. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that mingled with the intoxicating atmosphere.
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