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Tyler sits at his piano, his head nodding to the upbeat chords.

But the lyrics are anything but upbeat.

"That you all have guns-"

You sit next to Tyler, watching him play.

"-and you never put the safety on."

You wrap your arms around his waist and give him a sideways hug.

"And you all have plans to take it, to take it-"

He keeps playing.

But this time, he has a smile on his face.

"Don't take it, take it, take it-!"

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