Musings

[Locked to T Sable]
Going on a short tour, T. Can't be helped. Try not to provoke V while I'm away. Record me something. Key to the apartment left with the doorman in your name. Recorder left on top of the piano. It may be that when the angels go about their task praising God, they play only Bach. I am sure, however, that when they are together en famille they play Mozart.

[Locked to V Graves]
Going out of town. Behave.

[Locked to G Ackers]
I'm going to be gone for a few weeks, G. No internet access. Take care of T for me.

hi az

i dont use computers much cus this is tris' and im sneaking so dont tell.

but i wanted to tell you im sorry for the party cause it wasn't totally fun and i got upset and i probably made everything go bad.

dont hate me!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!

love genny

[Violin playing passionately on the open upper veranda of Aubade 502. The musician is out of sight, though the shadow of huge, inky-black wings can just be seen.]

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[Locked to V. Graves]
Heard you put on a pretty impressive show at the Magic Store, V. Dinner, Wednesday, Aubade 502, formal. The past has come knocking. - A.

[Locked to T. Sable]
T. I ran across this amazing piece of art the other day. Reminded me of you. Come to dinner Wednesday. Aubade 502. I have a piano.

P.S. Bring G.