Raynquility7
The world looked like a western movie. He didn't know what to make of it. One moment he had fallen asleep the next moment he was in a black and white western movie.
what the fuck?
His harmonica sat in the case beside his bed. It had been a while since he last played. He hadn't played since she left but he couldn't bring himself to put or throw it away. It was the last thing she touched, he remembered.
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