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"********.. You.." he said as he dropped back into his seat, picking up the guritar case and slowly unzipping it, he pulled out a twelve string base guitar. also pulling out a pack of cigerets, and lighting one while putting it in his mouth.
picking up the guitar again and slowly starting to walk away "im going outside to get some air" he said as he barged through the door and walked down the alley-way onto a step on the other side of the door,
grabbing the tuneing nobs on the end and slowly pucking it until he got a sound he liked, and began to do a mid low tine, continuously repeating it while having the cigeret hanging from his mouth
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Faded Into The Background...★
Repeating The Same Things.
You Learn To Live With It,
I Keep You In Sync. ✔
Your My Prisoner in music..