When Silence Plays The Melody
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as if asking for salt, not for
tment, my cello, my ticket o
y hands, for his childhood friend, Molly, who claimed a rare
sed, f
ven you everything. A good life, a way out of that hellhol
realize I was just a charity case and the bill was
anded me, and that was
left hand wrapped in bandages, a
two of Ethan's fr
ng at my bandaged hand. "Guess you won
shattering, as he stood by
t into me. He had
e my fingers;
mor started in my palm
way my chance, my schol
could the man I loved, my suppos
ncussed from his shove, my dreams red
sed to be
hing without him,
and for the first
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