181 < 22 > MICHELLE’S STORY The week at school was mostly uneventful save Michelle’s enthusiasm and constant ploys for attention. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. . Things happen out this way. Only the next of kin. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. .
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