A moistened velvet touch found her tongue. She had found two copies of the magazine and carefully cut out both photos. She entered the last room, his bedroom. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. He had reacted by laughing at her, informing her coolly that she was naïve in many things. Open that bottle with a blue seal, my dear. “Who’s your violin teacher?” He asked.
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