It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters. 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. “Come,” he said, “this is capital, capital.
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