An unpleasant voice
On the other end, a man’s voice sounded through the speaker, worked up. “Why did you give me this thing?!” Paul jolted upright, blankets tangled around his legs.
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“Excuse me?” he managed, but the man—Mr. Carter—wasn’t listening. He sounded overwhelmed, almost rattled, like something strange had happened because of the piano.
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