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Ariadna blows the dust from a cedar top, lays it on the bench and tilts her head to hear the courtyard fountain. The late sun lies in long bars across the floor.
Venga, come in, mind the shavings. I am about to hear this one for the first time, and I would rather not do it alone. Sit there. Do not talk until I say.
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