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i heard a violin at the end of the hall, suzuki lessons. hands in pockets, i waited until the class ended and the students emerged. some of them couples, some alone. i wondered if i'd recognize you. if the transformation from amateur to professional would intimidate me. i had heard so much about you. the achievements, the respect, the traveling. when you finally came out, i was frozen with trepadation.
you looked right through me, as if you didn't know who i was and kept walking.
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