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We had breakfast together in the kitchen after some wakeup s*x and then moved to the living room, sitting beside each other on the couch. My head on his shoulder and his arm around mine, we watched Saturday morning cartoons on television. During a commercial break, Jeremy noticed my guitar, resting on a stand near my keyboards. “Hey, you play the guitar and keyboards?” he asked, eyebrows arched. Smiling, I said, “Yeah. Music minor, remember? I told you I sang with a rock band in university, but I also played rhythm guitar and did some backing keyboards every now and then. I’ve even written some songs. It’s been a while, though, since I played anything. My ex wasn’t much for music. He just liked to f**k. Not that he was bad at it, but it could get tiring, you know? He said he loved me, bu
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