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An early bird clarinetist burst through in a long black skirt, swishing like a bell. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off, looking away. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil.
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