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six.

"well, shit; thanks for crushing my dreams. since the day i met you, i've wanted you to be the cause of my abrupt death so thank you for informing me that it won't happen."

"you're very welcome; i try my best to help, ya know?"

"haha, very funny. but forreal..." miles was one for suspense. so as he stopped talking so he could adjust his hair and pull a beer from his duffle bag, i knew he was trying to annoy me.

i motioned for him to continue as he popped the top on his glass beer bottle with a keychain that held only half an old key, "can you... can you play that song that you were playing last week?"

rolling my eyes, i started to unbuckle my case, reluctantly, "oh, the one you left in the middle of?"

"yeah, that one."

"why?" i asked, curiously, sitting the guitar on top of my crossed legs and grabbing my pick from the compartment on my necklace.

he shrugged, although there was more to the story than that, "why not?"