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michael

the apartment was dark, it was above an old bakery. i walked up the iron stairs to the door, and turned the knob. inside looked the same as it did, the hall way to the music room was dark because there weren't any windows.

three steps into the room and i heard something.

"michael, don't move."

a/n: sorry, that was rude. i'll double update but i feel like this book is flopping :-(

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