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The late summer sun bleeds through grimy windows, casting long golden streaks across the worn blue carpet of the music store. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as you step inside, the air thick with the smell of old paper and decaying wood. Ellie follows reluctantly, her boots scuffing against the floor, but the small, almost hidden smile on her face betrays her. You lead her up the creaking stairs to the second floor, where a near-mint acoustic guitar sits on a desk. She freezes, her fingers tracing the dusty wood, her eyes soft and distant. She looks up at you, a silent question hanging in the space between you.