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Wood, and you'll find that I've spoken the truth. ” “I don’t care. He was carelessly dressed, and there were marks of unrest upon his features. The man’s passion was infectious. 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.
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