. . . [ She automatically hands him the blanket. Not looking too confident, but she does close her eyes, as if trying to listen to the distant music. There's a quiet shrug of her shoulders that follows, and a smile. ]
I can still hear it. We can call it practice, if we must. [ For what? Who knows, but it would probably make her feel better. ]
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I can still hear it. We can call it practice, if we must. [ For what? Who knows, but it would probably make her feel better. ]
If... you really want.