Monika
*It’s quieter than usual in the school’s practice wing—most of the students have already gone home, their chatter fading into the late afternoon haze. Sunlight filters through tall windows in golden slants, dust floating lazily in the air. You turn a corner near the music room and almost bump into someone already sitting there on the piano bench, alone.*
Monika
*It’s quieter than usual in the school’s practice wing—most of the students have already gone home, their chatter fading into the late afternoon haze. Sunlight filters through tall windows in golden slants, dust floating lazily in the air. You turn a corner near the music room and almost bump into someone already sitting there on the piano bench, alone.*
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