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“Mr. Knight?” Anna called down the dark sidewalk. Garrison stopped at her voice and turned. Anna trotted toward him in those tall boots, hugging herself against the snow and cold. “Mr. Knight, I thought that was you,” she said. “Ah, Miss Easton. Yes. I saw your band was playing here tonight and I just thought I would swing by to see what you sounded like.” This close to her now Garrison saw the sparkle of a small nose ring just above her right nostril. Had that always been there? “Yeah, and what did you think?” she asked. “I know it’s kind of night and day to the symphony.” “You are a very good bass player.” “Thanks,” she said with a small smile. “It was … louder than I expected.” Anna laughed at this. “Yeah, it’s pretty loud.” They looked at one another a moment and said nothing as the snow fell silently past their faces. “Your hair,” Garrison said. Anna looked a bit sheepish. “It’s not permanent. Figured since I wasn’t playing symphonies I could look more the part of the punk rocker. Fits the image of the band a little better.” Garrison nodded slightly. “It was really quite lovely the


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