Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. "At length, my vengeance is complete. He slid out of her. 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. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. And she found herself able to do nothing of the sort.
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