There's something of a smile that pulls out, unexpected, when the music starts, familiar, from somewhere far distant from where she was and what she did most of the time, and Jo leaned her head back. Before looking over at him, amused, "The more things change..."
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There's something of a smile that pulls out, unexpected, when the music starts, familiar, from somewhere far distant from where she was and what she did most of the time, and Jo leaned her head back. Before looking over at him, amused, "The more things change..."