[And when it comes down to it, she can't lie to Abbacchio. She can't even be duplicitous, not any more than she already has been, not when Abbacchio poured out all of his wine and didn't buy any more because he's trying to be better. Her fingers itch. Everything feels prickly and raw and she doesn't even know why it feels like she's right on the verge of losing her temper when there's nothing to be mad about in the first place.]
i lied about not remembering how to play the violin.
i started playing and it made me think of the club i was in at school. i started remembering stuff that i guess i forgot but like...really vividly. like i was there again. i could almost hear the voices of my friends. i remembered my senpai saying my nail polish was cute.
did you know violinists aren't supposed to wear nail polish? it's dress code or something, you're not supposed to have flashy hands.
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i lied about not remembering how to play the violin.
i started playing and it made me think of the club i was in at school. i started remembering stuff that i guess i forgot but like...really vividly. like i was there again. i could almost hear the voices of my friends. i remembered my senpai saying my nail polish was cute.
did you know violinists aren't supposed to wear nail polish? it's dress code or something, you're not supposed to have flashy hands.