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I could hear Seth singing from the floor above me. It woke me from my pity party that I was consumed in. I looked up and then placed my face in my hands. I continued to hear Seth's solemn song. I looked across the room at the typewriter near the window. I got up slowly and sat near the thing that had brought me here. A story. I looked out the window and could feel the depression take over my body. I slid a sheet of cream colored paper in the typewriter. 'the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.' I held back a sob as I felt the weight of the words. 'The Moulin Rouge. A nightclub, a dance hall, and a bordello. Ruled over by Jasper Hale. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures, where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of all these was the woman I love. Bella. A courtesan, she sold her love to men. They called her 'the sparkling diamond', and she was the star of the Moulin Rouge.' I put my head in my hands and sobbed to myself quietly. I looked back to my typewriter and continued my thoughts. 'The woman I love is dead. I first came to Paris one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love.'
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