“You ain’t the first to come asking for Lily Labeau,” he said, sliding a shot of amber liquid toward her. “Last one was a kid with a backpack and a ukulele. He asked for ‘Rion King, the lost prince of jazz.’ I told him—Rion ain’t a prince. He’s a key. And keys need locks.”
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Now Celestine was gone, and Mars was the only believer left. “You ain’t the first to come asking for
“For what?” Mars asked.
And somewhere under the water, Lily Labeau and Rion King finally danced. ” he said