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I sat down and opened the bottle, took a sip and put the wine on the piano. I closed my eyes and played Fur Elise. This was the first song I learned to play on the piano, the first and last song my mom teached me. There I was sitting on my mom's lap... My fingers on her fingers. She closed her eyes and I was looking at her with a big smile while we were playing our favourite song. I took another sip from the bottle. Didididim... Mmm... Diriririmmm... "Ssssst," I heard someone saying behind me while I could feel the cold gun that was pushed against my back. That's where I woke up and opened my eyes. I already stopped playing but the music was still going on in my mind. Didididim... Mmm... Diririririmmm... My eyes were closing, I couldn't see it anymore. Everything was becoming a big blur. Nothing was clear anymore, it faded away. Especially after my mom had left me alone.
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