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I'm sitting alone upstairs in a pink velvet chair, tucked away in a corner. The boys below me are making noises so thick and loud, that my floor hovers above easily. They play two discombobulated songs and then the music suddenly stops. I hear guitar twittering, little machines, and then footsteps. I look up and say, "hey" all at once in a startle ( Read more... )
