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Aura could see music notes everywhere. Notes on the board, notes on the books, notes on the girls’ jewelry around her.
Notes hated her.
She hated them back.
Wheels though, wheels were nice. By default they took you to faraway places. Notes did that too of course, but Aura never figured out how to harness that. The wheels on the other hand, all they needed was a good kick and downhill you went.
She rubbed the bruise on her thighs. And the bruise on her stomach. And the bruise on her hand, from the time when she found out it was inadvisable to punch a biker harness.
The writing in front of her needed more notes, that much was certain. They reminded her of something, she had seen some of those before. What did it matter though? Her professors would let her pass any
