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Today you lean against Tyler's shoulder as he strums his ukulele. But he's silent.

You reach for your notebook and write, Sing. You show it to him.

Tyler looks down at the page and smiles.

"What song?"

My favorite, you write.

Tyler laughs a little. "What's your favorite?" He holds up a finger. "Wait. Let me guess."

He starts strumming, and you immediately recognize the first few chords. You nod.

"You say things with your mouth, cobwebs and flies come out."

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