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. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. Fetter Lane, on the left, Gray's Inn, on the right, added their supplies.
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