. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. 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. She would be extraordinarily interesting as a metaphysical study. The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not quite so sure. She sensed a pelvic exam coming on.
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