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Ongoing, First published Apr 29, 2016
His piano playing was flawless, and it made me feel at home. My father owned a music shop, and after he died, pianos were the one thing that reminded me of him. As the boy played the instrument, he looked up and smiled slightly at me. "You're amazing," I say. "Nah. I'm a just fairly good piano player," Dan laughed. I rolled my eyes and then laughed too. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Credits for idea and description go to @complaint My first fan fiction so sorry for flaws :oAll Rights Reserved
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