He had barely said, \"Anytime,\" before she shut the door rather rudely in his face. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. 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. ‘I know just what he was doing. Do not underestimate my power.
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