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"Hey."
You look up.
Tyler brought his ukulele today.
"Can I play you something?" He asks, biting his lip.
You set you notebook aside and nod.
Tyler sits down next to you, criss-cross.
He takes a breath and starts strumming.
Then he stops.
"Sometimes you gotta bleed to know."
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