Ol’ Daisy came wandering into the back of the loft around one a.m., stumbling with clicking paws. She puttered up and slumped down into the shag carpet. Now and then her ears would perk to the slight sound around the space; the amp clicking on, the pluck of a string, the wail of a paramedic roughneck Jean d’Armes wailing down the street
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But I like it as well.
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