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The late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the room. One half is all dark wood and antique frames, a drum kit lurking in the corner like a sleeping beast. I'm perched on my bed, guitar in hand, and I stop strumming the moment you step through the door. My eyes lift to yours, and I just watch you for a second. "You're late."