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"I'm going to sing you something today," Tyler says, sounding determined.

He has his uke today.

You simply look up at him. No smile. You don't feel much like smiling today. You have your notebook, but it's just sitting in the grass next to you. You don't feel like writing either.

Without an invitation, Tyler sits down next to you.

"Okay," he takes a deep breath and strums down.

You lean back against the tree, waiting.

Tyler takes another breath before playing a quick strumming pattern.

"They say 'Stay in your lane boy, lane boy,' but we go where we want to," he sings quietly, then gulps and raises his voice. "They think this thing is a highway, highway, but will they be alive tomorrow?"

Your eyes widen.

You didn't know he had such a beautiful voice.

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