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‘History is haunting them boys, so they’re out on the street, haunting the city. We’re all haunted in some way. All my dance moves are my father’s. I know every time you play the horn, each note is thick with all that’s come before. You see what’s happening, we’re seeing what happens when a solo is silenced.
Small Worlds
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