It was an early, breezy september morning at church. The services were just about to begin, Noah and his parents on a slight stage up front. He was dressed as proper and handsome as ever, his hair slicked back, and a grey suit wrapped over his torso. He sat on the right corner and looked over the usual crowd. It was a small town... everyone knew each other and loved Noah. He waited patiently, his guitar in his lap.
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19/08/2024