“Pick one.”
Katrina scanned the wall. Each violin was exquisite. As she walked, each seemed to hear and respond to every step, every breath Katrina took.
Yet Katrina hesitated. For as beautiful as they were, seeing them only made her miss her violin all the more.
“Katrina, you are looking for a friend, not a lover,” she heard Miss Satomi say.
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