For a time she promenaded the room. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. “It’s my fault. ” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood. I knew it was only a matter of time before the boys started paying attention to you, Lucy. Besides, it was under false pretences. Brendon. Beethoven; he’s the best of them.
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