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  <title>Flashback: Nine years ago.</title>
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  <description>It was a quiet afternoon in Two Forks, Maine. Grandad was playing Mozart again.&amp;#160; Pauline sat with her chin on the curved edge alongside the keyboard..&lt;br /&gt;The tempo of the piece changed six times in seven minutes. That was unusual. Pauline liked it. It wasn&apos;t worried about being any particular thing; it was just going where the music went.&lt;br /&gt; It was one of the ones Mozart hadn&apos;t finished before he died, Grandad said. &amp;#160;Somebody else had written the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline could tell.</description>
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