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Better and Better
by afrai

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The young lady with the harmonium smiled in a determined kind of way. William was trying to find the word to describe it, but he couldn't take his eyes off her teeth. His mouth tasted of enthusiastic cocoa.

"Zat is Trudy," whispered Otto.

William looked at the traditional black lace gown, the hopeful pastel make-up. Her lipstick was peach.

"Yes? A nice name," he said.

"Better than Demonica," Otto agreed. The girl winked at him.

"Do you have an -- understanding with her?"

"Not anymore."

His hand was cool under William's.

When the singing started William joined in, almost without embarrassment.

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