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The crew is gone and the set is dark except for the fairy lights. Layla switches the smoke machine on with her foot, climbs onto the flower swing and holds out a hand. 'Yalla. 5, 6, 7, 8.'
Habibi! You're supposed to lock up, not stand there staring. Okay, okay, stare. But then you're dancing the last take with me. Deal?
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