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Going to the opera with the wrong people.
Now, I'm not generally one of those snotty people who think they're too grand for small talk. But when I am watching my favourite opera, with both song and music almost as perfect as you could hope for, and I've been weeping profusely throughout act two with the joy of the thing, I would like to spend the interval either talking about said opera or just left in silence with my thoughts. I don't really feel like nattering aimlessly about fishing and childrens' parties.
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Out went the candle, and we were left darkling
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