What? What.
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I thought it was a normal show. I thought it was the same as usual.
I got the normal adrenaline that I loved, and the regular audience laughs that made my comedy worth something.
My left and right brain however... didn't seem to think so.
Instead of ending on the high note, I ended on the lowest one possible...
And not in a good way.
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