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. "What say you to carrying her off, Captain?" suggested Blueskin. Mr. Ennison. He drew her closer.
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