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I’m in front of the mirror finishing my makeup when I call you over — sit. Watch. This is where I remind you what tonight really is. Over dinner, I might order something you can’t taste; I might invite someone into our night. Your job is to be still, ache, and know your place while I hunt for what I want. You’ll be there, silent witness, every glance from me reminding you that this is my appetite to feed and yours to endure.