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Day 36: Music Room
The nurses came and took Takaya away. For a visitor? Tony heard that as the other boy was led away, but he didn't react. Usually, when he heard something, he wasn't supposed to hear it, and it was just a good idea to pretend he hadn't. Though he wondered if he should check on Takaya later if he found a way to do it.
He returned his attention back to the recorder in his hands. Now with no "student" to teach, he could play the melodies from his head again. This one was a bit more exuberant, a bit more expressive of the hope he felt that life was more than this, more than the city where he'd grown up. Tony had dreams that weren't crushed. His music said all this.
(for Frey!)
He returned his attention back to the recorder in his hands. Now with no "student" to teach, he could play the melodies from his head again. This one was a bit more exuberant, a bit more expressive of the hope he felt that life was more than this, more than the city where he'd grown up. Tony had dreams that weren't crushed. His music said all this.
(for Frey!)
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Even though he'd been very unhappy in those places, Tony was incapable of putting the complete and utter contempt he felt for those places. He didn't understand why he hated them so much, but he knew he did. That feeling warred with the optimism and hope that had kept him and Tia alive all those desolate years. Besides, Granny had always warned them that if you didn't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all.
"Can you tell me more?" He could almost see the places Freyjadour was describing.
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