Sometimes she came upon a piano somewhere, alone or in concert and there was one note broken. No matter what she planned to play, the broken note always found a way of being especially necessary, whether located in the middle, high or low; all sorts of pieces felt foiled. Theoretically it didn’t make sense, after all there are still 87. She concluded one couldn’t appreciate this unless one reread the theoretical explanation and removed a word or two.

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