“I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. She had narrowly escaped Martin in Orchestra class, who had been wrapped up discussing a new piece of his with Mr. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it.
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