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I feel the swelling in my ears as I stare at him across the room. There's the faint mocking lilt of my mother's laugh. There's the moving grace of the ocean on a calm day. And then there's his "goodbye" that is the discordant trumpet. The music keeps playing, and others will hear it differently. I can't ignore the music, but I can ignore him.
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