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vinyl_couch: okay. but if i share it, you have to listen. promise.
vinyl_couch: it’s my band.
Megan stared. Her heart did something stupid—a little flip. No one had ever complimented her taste before, not in music, not in anything. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.
vinyl_couch: where are you?
The chat window glowed. The download queue ticked down—three songs left. She didn’t care about the songs anymore.
megan_xx: pennsylvania. you?
vinyl_couch: but tomorrow? same time?
vinyl_couch: hey megan?
vinyl_couch: okay. but if i share it, you have to listen. promise.
vinyl_couch: it’s my band.
Megan stared. Her heart did something stupid—a little flip. No one had ever complimented her taste before, not in music, not in anything. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.
vinyl_couch: where are you?
The chat window glowed. The download queue ticked down—three songs left. She didn’t care about the songs anymore.
megan_xx: pennsylvania. you?
vinyl_couch: but tomorrow? same time?
vinyl_couch: hey megan?