Mrs. Easley

It was the beginning of a peculiar friendship.

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…carefully lowered the stylus and dialed the volume to recklessly high. The glorious opening chords of Thus Sprach Zarathustra filled the room with explosive unearthly beauty. It was, thunderously overwhelming. It might have been heard throughout the block. There was every possibility police would soon be knocking…

By K. L. Shipley

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