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Sunday, April 13th, 2008
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6:30p - Open to Frosty
John sat in the music room, fingertips running over the keys of the piano, though he'd stopped playing. He was smiling softly, not an expression many of the inhabitants of the mansion were used to seeing.
Not an expression John was used to seeing on himself, for that matter.
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