Repository of Projections (Mini-Saga #9)
He came from an intense household. His red hair and love for music reminded his mother of his dead father, which made her drink. It made his grandmother glad. He carried their projections along with his violin case down Bascom Hill. A big concert tonight. He paused on the footbridge.
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