-Given it wasn't Sunday or Wednesday, the Church was largely empty in the evening. Save, of course, for a few individuals. One of which was a strange, winged girl with a long tail. She sat at the piano, playing and singing
a familiar and beautiful song for anyone that was present to hear it. She seemed so serene... Something about being in a place
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Goodness. You have an Angel's voice, miss Dizzy.
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...It's just your imagination.]
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Memorized? My... That's remarkable. [She is mildly astonished! The wings did tip it off already, but she's starting to wonder a bit what sort of being Dizzy is.] Does it hold a special significance to you?
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