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. ‘I find this was excessively clever of Gérard. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon.
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