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  • THE WESTBURY HIGH FILES
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    She was kind and never said a bad word, playing the music as she was told. It wasn't like her life impacted me, but it was enough to know that there wasn't going to be a pianist for Monday's ensemble rehearsal. I typed in Cystic Fibrosis. I knew I probably shouldn't, it would make me feel like shit. Useless, unhelpful...