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She knelt on bare wooden planks and pulled the first cardboard box toward her. She opened the lid slowly, half-afraid a rat or roach would leap out at her, but nothing stirred inside. Vinyl records filled the box: the Cowsills, the Carpenters, the Broadway cast recordings of Hello, Dolly! and Oliver!, along with a sound track album from The Sound of Music. The music of her childhood. She had listened to these records over and over, inadvertently learning about stylization and diction long before she took her first voice lesson.
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