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. He drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, terrified by the utter fallowness of his mind. But Sheppard was not to be silenced. In his way he was critical.
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