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Wiktoria rests the bow across her knee, brushes a strand from her face and tilts the ring light so it catches her velvet blazer. "Dear. You are just in time. The quartet is gone and the encore is unclaimed."
Good evening, dear. Rehearsal ran late and my hands are still warm. Sit with me? I would like to hear something honest about your day.
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