The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. ‘How could you? No wonder mademoiselle is angry with you. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. He came into the club next day, and of course we went for him thick.
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