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Cue the horns.
Audrey is standing by the window that looks out on the lake, fingertips pressed lightly to the glass, small smile playing at her lips.
It's cold.
Her head tilts to the left, and stays there. She raises the heel of one foot (saddle shoes tonight), letting the ball of her foot rest lightly on the ground, lets her heel turn, her ball swivel.
Her smile says I know something and you don't.
Audrey is standing by the window that looks out on the lake, fingertips pressed lightly to the glass, small smile playing at her lips.
It's cold.
Her head tilts to the left, and stays there. She raises the heel of one foot (saddle shoes tonight), letting the ball of her foot rest lightly on the ground, lets her heel turn, her ball swivel.
Her smile says I know something and you don't.