The soft strumming of a guitar greets me when I walk inside the house. I head in the direction of the sound before stopping near the entrance to the living room. Ellie hasn’t noticed me yet, but then again, she never does whenever she is in the zone. I feel like I’m intruding on a private moment, but I don’t want to shatter it and announce my presence before she has a chance to finish playing a popular song I immediately recognize. My excuse for lingering in the dark sounds weak to my own ears though, especially when one song bleeds into another, and next thing I know, I’ve spent thirty
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