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. The transverse spars before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were filled ankle-deep with water. ” Anna leaned back in the chair and laughed softly. Then she goes to a dramatic agent.
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