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Percival paused, then said, “I do.”
Eulalia was about to reach for it when Percival noticed her nails had grown.
“Wait, cut your nails first.” Percival found nail clippers and carefully trimmed her nails, not wanting to hurt her with her beautifully shaped hands and thin, pink nails.
After trimming, he took the violin out for her. Eulalia, frail, trembled under the violin’s weight as she positioned it on her shoulder and closed her eyes, holding the bow. She tested the tuning, and once satisfied, began to play the chorus of Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence, a tune full of ups and downs, expressing a suppressed desperation like a plea for help.
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