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And here against a wall were the plumtrees. Her name was Rhea. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. When I'm alone I don't mind.
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