A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. When you send for me I shall come back. They didn’t talk about it much, but Mike had been through some eerily similar foster homes in Florida, the where he was born. "On my return, I found the window open, and the room vacant. \"You look great!\" \"Thanks. ” He said.
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