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Twenty minutes ago, Tom Francis was covered in blood.
It’s Sunday afternoon, about an hour before he’s due at the Tony Awards, and the actor is lounging in his suite at the Baccarat Hotel, wrapped in a terrycloth robe, scarfing down rigatoni bolognese between hair and makeup touch ups. Looking at him now, you’d never know he’d just been brutally murdered during a matinee performance of Sunset Blvd., the production for which he’s nominated for Best Actor in a Musical. Such is the…
