[that'll make him suck in a breath, his heart going tight in his chest for a moment at that--and he pulls out his pencil, scribbling a responding message]
"This is Maestro Antonio Salieri. I'm sorry, I cannot seem to hear you when you talk, but I'm trying to listen now. I'll be back tomorrow. Who are you?"
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"This is Maestro Antonio Salieri. I'm sorry, I cannot seem to hear you when you talk, but I'm trying to listen now. I'll be back tomorrow. Who are you?"
[Then he's flipping the bench back upright]