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Julian stood in front of his father's apartment, contemplating on whether to knock on the door or not. He hadn't seen his dad since he was eleven when he had been given a guitar on his birthday.

Taking his shaking hand, he brought it up to the white wooden entrance; knocking on it three times.

Footsteps padded against the hardwood floor on the other side. With each step, Julian's anxiety grew more.

"H-hi, Dad."

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