The Stoic Nurse's Obsession: My Secret Queen
he classic brick architecture of the rest of the campus. It was named the Bentley Center
it looked painted. She needed to cut through the building
olin before she
price No. 24. A piece that required fi
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agged. It sounded frantic, breathless. It sounded like
turpentine and clay. The music was coming from the main rec
. She peered t
allas's entire wardrobe. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe bun. She was sweating. Be
n. The note screamed-a sharp, ugly
Erika
the expensive instrument, but the socialite in her took over. Instead of breaking the bow, she swung her empty left hand alike a weapon. Her face was twisted in a mask of pure, unfiltered rage.
e. She leaned her should
the rage instantly evaporated, replaced by a smooth, plastic m
th artificial sweetener. You're not suppo
ed inside. She didn't look at Erika.
, Dallas said. And your bow hold is
lash of genuine hatred cu
ld you know about Paganini? You can't even pass a math te
looked at her. She saw the trembling in
rika, Dallas said qui
alone in the silence. Behind her, the violin start
small, cramped, and currently smell
her vanity, spraying something pink and noxious into the air. Sloan
and in front of her nose. The smel
wn at her hands
-the one by the window, the one with the t
plying lip gloss, her mouth making a popping sound. My dad says peo
pulled her knees up to her
llective narcissism index, Dalla
Her mouth hung op
er headphones. Large, noise-canceling, batte
on the side. Static
nning the nodes... Se
. It was the voice of the underground. Dallas c
ilent movie actor overacting a scene. She stood up, stomped her foot, and grabbed Slo
oor s
her eyes. The
f her laptop. It wasn't the clunky school-issued device. It was a matte blglowed with a terminal p
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ed the lapt
iet room. She took a bite. It tasted like sawdust and chemicals. She chewed slowly, sta