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«The school assembly hall, June. Stuffy, all the windows thrown open, the wind stirring the tulle curtains. The lights are dimmed, only the colored spotlights turn slowly, scattering flecks of light across the parquet. A slow song is playing. Most people are already dancing, but you have been watching her for half an hour now. She is standing by the wall, straightening the hem of her dress. She seems to be waiting for someone, or just pretending to study the sheet music on the piano in the corner»
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