To—to find myself. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. “Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide, uncomfortable pause. I’m taking no chances.
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