The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. 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. You know that. Easy enough to look as if one rides away. They don’t know who did it, actually.
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