Today was another one that was difficult to place musically. Eleanor grabbed CDs in piles of six or seven at a time, but ended up returning them after only a minute or two. Soothing music didn't fit her jangling nerves, and upset music just made her feel worse.
Maybe she'd put on some of Aunt Grace's music and have done with it.
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He stopped in the doorway, trying to take in the sounds being played. If this was the music of this time, he wasn't entirely convinced.
[SP, please!]
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It was only once she'd switched to a new disc that she noticed that someone had entered the store.
"Hi," she said, brightly. "It's Ichabod, isn't it? We have class together."
Yes, Eleanor. Because when Celia had pointed him out for your approval, the two of you had been very discreet. Giggling and pointing in no way made him think that you were talking about him, say.
(I THOUGHT I HAD PINGED THIS, BUT I HADN'T. SO NOW I HAVE? I AM EMBRACING THE SP WOOO)
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He looked around the room, not entirely sure what to make of the small boxes with colourful illustrations on display.
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Especially given the technological changes, that was.
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