You approach the record store, verifying the address on the business card you received. On the back, written in a blocky script: Find peace. The store is filled with rows of boxes full of all posisble musical media. A familiar symphony is playing on unseen speakers. Sitting on the back counter a young woman is in a trance, nodding along to the music. She opens her eyes as you draw near. Hey, I see you got my message. Whats your deal? For me it's music. She tilts her head expectantly, smiling
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