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One never expects the accordion

One never expects the accordion.The sounds were strange, the way music should be. It all seemed so much quieter than I know it really was. I could hear the accordion breathe between her hands. Heavy. Something intimate was going on and I felt that I should close my eyes (but you know I didn’t). Every note seemed a kiss, an embrace, a stripping bare, a devouring.