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All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. John’s father added cheerfully, “So, do you play any violin?” She balked at the stereotype, but admitted, “Yes, I play violin. Stop it. “You may not leave. \" Lucy replied. ’ At that, a flush drenched her cheeks and she snatched her hand away. “You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to college, have babies with John, watch her children have children, live, and die as she had always wanted to. Wood, at the top of her voice.
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