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. Diane Vorsack was a disaster waiting for a place to happen, with a heartily established dislike for the Beck clan. I pray you, Gérard, do not fail me.
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