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michael's pov.

it was nice to be alone. although i missed australia's hot weather, san francisco's weather was perfect. especially living by an abandoned shore, i almost always had cold gloomy weather. it made me happy.

as i walked to my large window looking out onto the shore, i heard a voice singing. it was beautiful, god was it nice.

i felt god damn captivated, like i was totally controlled by it. the voice had a guitar accompanying it, but that voice had me hooked. (not funny)

the song was the perfect choice.

and as i lay in bed, enjoying the gloomy weather, i fell asleep to the sound of remembering sunday.

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