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By now, the choreography was instinctive. Ema Karter, with her sharp, knowing smile and the coiled energy of a sprinter, stood on the mark. Across from her, Johnny Sins—bald head catching the softbox light, clipboard long discarded—needed no introduction. He was the everyman and the superman, the plumber who fixed the leak and the astronaut who fixed the orbit.

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