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. . She pulled at his tee shirt again, wishing to feel his naked chest upon hers. ‘Get you invited to a party where the French émigrés will be present? Nothing easier, dear boy. Her efforts were vain. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. “That sounds interesting.
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