Excerpt #10

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"She looks like a piano playing type," you once said about me. "I don't play the piano," I had replied. I don't know how to, musical instruments aren't really my thing. But honey, if I could play the piano, I'd play the piano for you. My tunes would be for you. My fingers would move across the different keys, all for you. If you want me to play the piano, I'll learn, for you. Everything I do will be for you.

J.Z. // Excerpt from a book I'll never write. #10

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