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Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Perrin woke slowly. She always enjoyed the crawl back from her “hibernations” as Cassidy had dubbed them. She didn’t do it often, but when a design really grabbed her, like Jo’s wedding dress, or that outfit for the opera, she just had to chase it until it was done and purged from her system. She became aware of voices as she languished beneath the warm blankets. A deep voice rumbling that she recognized easily. Mr. Bill Cullen. He had such a great voice, a far-off thunderstorm brushing soft sounds across an otherwise peaceful summer evening. A higher voice, still male, but with a definite swish to it. “This is amazing work, Bill. I’ve been doing costumes since I was a teen, and I can barely tell how she did it. And the hand dyeing here from the white to gold, it’s just magni
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