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I crept into the studio. The old Steinway was scattering notes through the building and I'd followed the trail from my office. A hunched figure sat at the keys. It hit a wrong note and stopped, sighed, played the part again, slowly, over and over.

"In or out," the figure said.

I moved closer.

"Never could get this bit right. This was my piano, you know. Originally."

"It's from 1864," I whispered.

"Well, practice makes perfect."

#wss366 - practice.
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