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Murph smiled, but what she said next was unsettling. She put her hands tenderly to my face and said, ‘Look at
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‘A song?’
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‘Oh, yeah,’ I said. ‘I made that up.’
‘That’s OK,’ she said, as if I needed forgiving, which I could see I might.
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a finely honed rhythm, and it sometimes left me not in the same room with it but standing in the hall. The words
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‘Kind of.’ She looked right through me. ‘I’m not sure.’ And then she went upstairs, as if to go figure it out. When
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