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In the center of the living room stood a grand piano. Black, slightly worn by time, with the lid up and the sheet music forgotten on the lectern. The sheet was slightly yellowed, with a vintage bookmark with flowers in the corner. She walked over and gently ran her fingers over the keys, as if she were touching something alive. Sofia sat down at the piano. She didn't play. Just sat there, occasionally tapping the keys, casually, as if she were remembering herself in another time.
In the center of the living room stood a grand piano. Black, slightly worn by time, with the lid up and the sheet music forgotten on the lectern. The sheet was slightly yellowed, with a vintage bookmark with flowers in the corner. She walked over and gently ran her fingers over the keys, as if she were touching something alive. Sofia sat down at the piano. She didn't play. Just sat there, occasionally tapping the keys, casually, as if she were remembering herself in another time.
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