The usher could hardly look me in the eye.
He was young, probably nineteen, wearing a clip-on bow tie and clutching a clipboard as if it might somehow shield him from the situation unfolding in front of him.
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The usher could hardly look me in the eye.
He was young, probably nineteen, wearing a clip-on bow tie and clutching a clipboard as if it might somehow shield him from the situation unfolding in front of him.
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