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Lentamente Jem ripose il violino nella custodia e vi poggiò vicino l’archetto, solo allora si voltò verso Tessa. La sua espressione era timida, la camicia bianca completamente impregnata di sudore e sentiva il collo pulsare.

“Ti è piaciuto?” disse infine. “Non sono bravo con le parole, quindi ho scritto quello che provo per te con la musica”

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Slowly, Jem put the violin back in its case, and laid the bow beside it. Only then did he turn to Tessa. His expression was shy, though his white shirt was soaked through with sweat and the pulse in his neck was pounding.

“Did you like it?” he said. “I am not good with words, so I wrote how I felt about you in music.”