” Lucy would always press her face into her mother’s skirts when she heard the ending, no matter how many times she heard it. I believe I’m the only sane member of the family left. 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. " "There are bad stories, then, just as there are bad people?" "Yes.
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