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... He could still hear the distant music coming from the ballroom, the sound of laughter and dancing. But what echoed loudly in his ears was still Lydia’s laugh. It kept replaying in his head like a broken record. The way she giggled, so free and genuine. He felt so helpless, like a man drowning.
He sighed deeply and then laid back but his eyes drifted to the piano. The same piano where she used to play beautiful melodies for him in happier times.
Immediately the door opened softly ...
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