Jaylesiyah Barner-Moon

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The music used to just be there for me. Like I could reach up into the ether and pluck down the next song. But they weren’t there. Little blips of lyrics or a note or two floated around, but I had to work to hear them, and even when I did, they crumbled in the light of day like a wilted, unwatered plant.
The Wiener Across the Way (The Cocky Kingmans, #2)
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