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... something, he felt drained. It wasn't that he was sick, but he couldn't understand why he felt so down. It was as if he had been dragged into a threshing machine and spat out—both mentally and physically exhausted.
He stared at his silent phone endlessly, and then at the door that wouldn’t open. He took out his bow to practice, only to coat it in rosin. When he tried to play something on the violin, his fingers couldn’t find the strength.
He couldn’t remember the fingering or th ...
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