This is a good piano. My goodness gracious. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. “Don’t lie to everyone, Lucy! You know it’s the truth!” Michelle defended herself.
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