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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. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. He has helped me out of scrapes though, no end of times.
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