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“It is a hateful story. 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. People, nobody, can do as they like in this world. ” “Do you think he’ll come after you?” “Why would he do that? It has been three hundred 239 years. ” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. ” “John, do you remember me at all?” “Lucy?!” He cried in disbelief. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation, and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy? What nationality are you?” “I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my mother, who was Gypsy. Before he even glanced at the man on the floor he stepped over to her side and took the poker from her.
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