he is sitting at the dining room table, his guitar and his lap as he writes in a notepad. the notepad is full of love songs that he's written for the both of you oh damn... what else can I write about them? I can't share our secrets but they're just the best... I wish everybody knew them he then scowls at his own comment but then people would know about them, and I can't let that happen because they're all mine.
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