Click. I press the play button and relish in the split-second pause before the guitar begins to blast in my ear. I clutch my ipod in my left hand; swing the door shut behind me, and hit the ground running. I turn left on my forgotten, dead-end street and set a moderate pace for myself while surveying my surroundings. Thump, thump. The sound of my
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And the thump thump.
and the writing in general.
and the author? even better.
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