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He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. Lucy’s cool. With an open hand, he slapped her face. 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. One of your arms shall be drawn to one side of the room, and the other arm to the other side, and your legs shall be served in the like manner.
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