She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber. I’ve accustomed myself to think of you— as if you were like every other girl who works at the schools—as something quite outside these possibilities. She descended down the stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker still in her hand. Spurlock grew cold.
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