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“Just my luck, this place has everything but a piano,” Gustave grumbled, shuffling his pages of music into a neat pile.

“I could ask Malcolm if we could borrow the rehearsal space at the cathedral,” Simon suggested.

“Sounds wonderful,” Gustave smiled.

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Simon sat with Neytiri on the top of the hill, enjoying the sunshine despite the chilly breeze. He’d unfolded his wings and curved them round his shoulders for a little extra warmth. Neytiri and Simon picked at the remains of their picnic and watched their other halves behave like total morons. Everything was quite perfect.

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Leah growled and marched down the hallway, entering the room and viewing the commotion beyond ( Read more... )

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