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She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. ToC About an hour after this, Jack ventured to emerge from his place of concealment. \" She said, bashful. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. ‘That is a matter for the lawyers. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. Ah, and put him under if he wakes up.
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