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Outside, the digital clock on the microwave flickered to 11:51. But 11:22 would come again tomorrow. And he'd be there. Keep playing. Even if only the dark is listening.

Her reply: "I heard you. Not the guitar. You. Come home. We'll figure it out. And bring November." happy live1122

He then hit record on his old tape deck. And for the first time in ten years, he played for himself without a shred of performance. It was clumsy. It was perfect. Outside, the digital clock on the microwave flickered