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Music box

October 4, 2009

No matter how solid she appeared, he knew there was music there, if only he could find his way in. He could tell from the way she looked at him—behind those wary eyes, there was a small, spinning ballerina of a girl.

He held his ear as close as he could without discovery. He listened for the beginning of a phrase, the small clicking that indicated he had uncovered the solution. He was determined to find the latch, the way into the velvet-lined heart of her.

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