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’ He turned to Melusine, ignoring the indignant protest that greeted his words. She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair. She pulled a few strands of her hair from her head to leave with Michelle’s. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. This also struck her as odd. It's never a bad day that has a good ending.
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