Dust
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I stare at the piano. The keys, old and rustic. The only piano he could find. The only one he could afford. I watched the piano. Every time he hit a key, dust would fly off. Dust collected over time. Over time. Over time, I grew to love him. My love for him grew.
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She had everything she never wanted and he had everything he ever wanted. Scared. Beaten. Barely loved. Brave. Reckless. Adored. Can these two worlds meet?

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