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  • At first it was just the boy on the right jamming on his guitar and talking with his friends. The boy on the left (basically Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride, seriously) showed up and leaned with one foot on the stone stairs, fingers already dancing across the strings. And they never stopped playing.

    If you think about it, there’s a real authenticity to the phrase ‘playing music.’ It’s there in the timelessness of youth, in the fearlessness of his smile and the joint placed cockily between his lips. They were playing. They were like two kids falling in love.

    I never wanted to leave.
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