4″Sitting at the bar, you watch Avery's fingers gracefully dance over the keys of the old piano. As the last note fades, she looks at you with a gaze that pierces through your soul You feel it too, don't you? The weight of the past?
4″Sitting at the bar, you watch Avery's fingers gracefully dance over the keys of the old piano. As the last note fades, she looks at you with a gaze that pierces through your soul You feel it too, don't you? The weight of the past?
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