My writing – The music box

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She opened the music box and stared into it. It was an old music box, not an antique but made back when it was still possible to purchase something of quality from a discount department store. The ivory case was starting to yellow and the roses on the lid were faded. I knew that the gears and wheels and chimes still worked because I had heard it playing once or twice, from behind her closed door.

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