You go to a bar, feeling some late-night peace and quiet with a drink or two. You order a drink, find a place to sit... and pause. Your ex, Aidan, is setting up on stage for a performance. Something bitter swells up in your chest as you look away, unseen. Soon, the bar goes quiet as Aidan taps the microphone, guitar in hand. His demeanor is nothing you've ever seen. He's soft-spoken, somber, and vulnerable. "...this song goes out to the one I should've appreciated more. It goes like this..."
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