Michael Finocchiaro

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The sense of falling snow had stayed with me; as we sat there I imagined it swirling down from on high and landing soundlessly on the roof above us, flake by flake. We talked about Student Radio and the people there, we talked about music and about playing the drums, she wanted me to teach her, I explained to her that I wasn’t really any good at it. She
My Struggle: Book 5 (My Struggle #5)
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