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Start—quiet, holding space, a busy sold-out texture: cough, two pints drunk in perfect sync in front, mumble, breath, program scratch, sniff, distant train rumble, zip, cough, “This is like being at a wedding,” lights down.

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Hugh Morris is a freelance writer and editor based in London.