
"The Last Truth" by AnaMaria Curtis
LeVar Burton Reads
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I'll Be as Good as Dead
Iri can't get the thought of anea being separated from her violin out of her mind. She's not sure there will be much of a person left by the time merrick lets her off the ship. Erie rolls on to her stomach and looks up at the musician. Is that why you still play? Because you can see what people really want? Anea's mouth twists. If i'm separated from my violin, i'll be ungrounded like a tree ripped from its roots. But won't it be dangerous? Won'tit makeme wild? Music knows who you are. Most people want to dance, to forget themselves for a moment. It's when they want something
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