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I am spending the night with klaviermusik. She is asleep. My arm encircles her waist, my cheek rests against the back of her neck.

While her room also serves as a refuge from any madness that ensues at the Klub, my apartment there is currently occupied by Frankie, because her room is currently occupied by a strange man who came in earlier this morning and passed out on the floor. He has not recovered yet.

Diagnosis: starvation/exhaustion. It is a pity that we have seen this sort of thing more than a few times.

The stranger seems to be around my age, tall and dark-haired. Rather handsome. I joked about "keeping" him. I am mostly concerned about his well-being and if he has anywhere to go when he gets better. Perhaps if he is of the musical sort, the Emcee might be persuaded to take him on.

Well, the aforementioned madness occurred between Rosie and Giselle once again at the Klub. And I thought they had resolved it. But honestly, if I were in their places, I would not know what to do either. Still...things were said that I hope had not reached too many ears. It sickens me to know that certain details must be kept hidden from certain individuals. However...we cannot do a thing about it.

I feel and hear the Maestra's soft breathing. I time my breath with hers. The slow rhythm lulls me.

I hold onto her. I hold onto her to keep from falling.