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          He wipes the inside of a wine glass from behind the bar,
          almost recognizing the melody she’s humming. 
          So he makes his way by where she sat, 
          setting the cleaned glass down on the countertop.

               ”I think I know that tune. But what’s the name again?

          It had something to do with roses, right?

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    “La Vie En Rose.”

       she speaks, running a manicured nail across the polished wood of the bar in front of her.

    “Life in Pink.”

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        she may or may not be humming la vie en rose.
                                      but she definitely is.