‘I fear you mistake, Emile. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. A nod was exchanged. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work. “Thanks, I’m not very fond of coffee,” Anna answered, “and I hate music.
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