He stopped, his colored shoes between the dots that looked out to pins small in the distance, and listened. The spinning lights slowed to the guitar, wandering into acoustic havens he’d seen in better days. He sighed into his upheld bowling ball, resting his face there tiredly. Oh this song.
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