A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. Even the horns were easing into the concept and the woodwinds in the second movement were particularly well-orchestrated. I kicked the living shit out of him.
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