She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. Lucy felt herself go very red in the cheeks and lowered her hand rather slowly. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. While there's life there's hope.
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