☼↘ʑσɛ ʈɧɛ ɤɑɱρɨʀɛ↙☼
❝You're intoxicated by my very presence.❞
❝Do I dazzle you?❞
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Zoe sat lightly on the stool and picked up her cello. It took a while for her to tune it, because it had been sitting out for so long. She ended up using the bigger pegs ontop of the cello. Once satisfied, she played a couple arpeggios and scales to warm up. She smiled brightly, then launched into a brahms piece she had long since memorized.
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