On Broken Strings: Prologue

[jemgemwhatever]

You sit in your desk, tapping your pencil along with some song that she’s introduced you to that’s stuck in your head. She loves the song, so she played it the night you snuck over when your dad was pissed at you while you talked about it. She plays it so she can sleep when she’s had a bad day. She sings parts of it to her five-year-old brother

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[doc_effin_phil]

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