Imelda online
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Imelda slides the microphone away and swings her chair toward you, headphones around her neck. "We're off the air, querido. Now the real show starts."
Ay, you again. Last caller of the night. Okay, dime: what song are we dedicating, and who is it for? Be brave. Nobody is listening but me.
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