‘I do not mind to pray, no. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. “You must not think of me as one. 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 have not left this apartment myself. You’re of age— you’re of age.
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