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Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. 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. "Good work. Spurling, hastening to the rescue. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground.
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