I lean into the nightstand and turn off an old cello suite playing loud, and with no recollection of time or space or anything but my mother's coffee brewing, I close my eyes and think, If I know anything of time or space, I should think it's my old best friend's birthday, and has been for five hours. But I can't think, I can't do anything but try
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Haha :(
There is none. I'm an awful piano player, and I'll never be as good as Bach! Or you!
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