“It’s fine, Michelle. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. 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. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat.
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