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It felt good to be writing songs again—even if he was the only one who might ever hear them.
 
Well, he and Jolie.
 
When Corbin let it slip that he’d been writing, Jolie begged him to bring his guitar to the river the next afternoon.
 
“The fall leaves are beautiful,” Corbin said, gazing at the mountains in the distance.
 
“They are. And you’re stalling.”
 
He couldn’t deny it. Corbin had never been one to be nervous about sharing new songs, but for some reason, this seemed different. Import...