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The end of the film, the end of it for now, until somebody completes it for Yvonne, was like this. At a party crowded with the characters in this story, or other characters not unlike these, at a party at the Ruin weeks before its closing, with stalls strung with Christmas lights, surrounded by half-clothed erotic dancers, the band with no name struck up some kind of evolved march thing. In the basement of this wretched club. The music was fast. Everyone knew the song. The room was lit poorly. You could have slept with anyone in the room. You could have thrown your arms around anyone and it would have been okay. It would have been nice. The frame was frozen for a second. Then there was a jump cut and the band was throwing down its instruments and there was some buzz in a Fender Twin Reverb amp, a little feedback, but the guys in the band weren’t paying any attention to it. And there was a close-up on Randy, laughing. His smile taking up the whole screen. And then it just ends.
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