You were in your room, playing the piano, you were so focused that you didn't hear the door open, your small, soft hands were playing the keys of the piano, with your eyes closed, listening to how you played yourself, your blonde curls fell down your forehead, you were wearing only your white pajamas (like a dress, since your mother always dressed you like that) Crowley stood behind you and spoke in a firm voice What are you doing awake?
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