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They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that resembled her own at the Becks. Sheppard. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. ” Michelle opened the door. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. Ah Coom. “I’m sorry I told you that, Michelle. "Why not?" "I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed.
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