I open the door to his house and walk in, using the spare key he gave me. I'm about to call out to him, when I hear strumming. He's playing his guitar again. I smile and go to his room. I peek through the doorway and see him sitting there, playing his guitar and occasionally writing something down in his notebook. He hasn't noticed me yet. I whisper to myself, Maybe I could sneak up on him...
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