The inventor was in heaven when Merle started her next song. What a voice.... He especially liked the fact that she really had a sound of her own. A rough edge. Somehow it seemed as if her voice had an effect on the surroundings as well. He noticed that everything seemed to look a bit brighter than before. Or was it simply the way the music gave him the chance to forget about his sadness?
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