Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. And you are something of a heroine, too. “Does he ever ask about me?” She asked, feeling like a cuckolded old maid.
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