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His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. In the midst of this light stood a young woman. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. ” “Don’t say that,” Sydney begged. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. Do you think I would marry you? Rather would I marry the pig in the convent.
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