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Lea sat criss-cross in front of the bookcase staring down at the Persian rug underneath her.
The small round rug was in the alley behind Roe’s apartment the night Roe cut his wrists.
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An audience of two makes for quiet applause, but the spirit of our praise was not diminished by our number. It was indeed a lovely performance, a rendition of a favorite song – Sam Cooke’s “Cupid” – played with skill and charm by a lovely, sweet-singing musician, but as it ended, it was not him on whom I focused, but his friend, my listening compatriot. 967 more words