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. His first reaction had been explosive as the hurts of the past rose up to taunt him. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. She had not at first the power for concealment. . ” She said. ” He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle. After all, she only LOOKED a woman. She is the wife now of another man.
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