Piano Sonata in F-Sharp Minor, II. Aria: Schumann
It’s not that a walk in the park would have been the worst suggestion, but Sheila was pissed. She had caught him with his proverbial pants down and gone marching into his apartment that early
afternoon unwarranted as it were. Trevor, needless to say, had not expected her to show up. Why he had made her a key, he never really understood, himself, as she was prone to these
moments of trying to tear his place apart. He had built himself up a bit to withstanding her initial attack, however, that was before, when he was innocent of the crimes that she was accusing
Trevor had never been the kind of person that could have done well on stage. He didn’t have the acting apparatus at his leisure.
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