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There were steps later. Stone.
All tilted forwards.
Why do you think I only ever sit in the Stalls when I go to the theatre?
Not because I am rolling in money, but because I was terrified by my first ever West End trip. We had seats in the Gods, where it felt like a trip would have had me in the orchestra pit, via the two Circles below.
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