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The sound reverberated off the walls and surrounded her. She closed her eyes to block off her other senses. She only wanted to listen. She would make him play all day if she could. He wasn't perfect, and he would make mistakes every few measures, but the strum of the guitar was too calming for her to care.
His nose, his cheekbones, his chin were all sharp and jagged. It matched his severe views on those around him. No one was good enough.
"You might as well throw it away. Everyone will laugh at that piece of junk." Well, I like it. I won't go as far as to say it's retro or vintage since it hasn't been that old, but it's good enough for me.
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