"I'd love to get up for you but I can't." Puzzled, I balked, a confused expression frozen on my face. Quickly he clarified. "If I get up the music stops, and we can't have that, can we? The music cannot stop, it can never stop." And so he remained seated, the smooth sounds coalescing around and amidst his appendages.
It was many a night before I could sleep restlessly again.
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1 comment:
ok call me stupid or weared r whatever but ..he sound salmost like me ...If it's real to you the music won't stop ..how would it if it is literally apart of you....
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