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The old-fashioned radio accompanied the librarian with today's weather. The slight crackle of its music sent entertainment into the empty library. Sen set the volume just below the level of the rain singing as it pours.
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Her fingers glided over the keys, weaving every note with such heavenly beauty. Her chest swayed with the melody, hands bent in line with the intensity. It appeared like her body understood how the chords respond to her touch.
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