feeling bored as always, your posture slumped and the streets of Seattle silent. No cars or the sounds of chatter from the people whom lived there, you hummed a soft song you remembered, it's been stuck in your head all day. Untill you heard a piano not to far away, playing along to the same song, cocking your head to the side you notice a light in a open window two doors down, will you investigate? Or walk by
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