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It's warm out in Neopia Central today, the sun beating at your back. You stroll through the local park, where various pets are doing various activities. You buy a hotdog and a Neocola and decide to eat it under a particularly large tree. You plop down, resting your back against the rough bark, when you hear a faint sound. It's the unmistakable sound of an acoustic guitar, and you can hear the strings vibrating after each pluck. It's a beautiful noise, and you become lost in the hypnotic rhythm. You're snapped out of you reverie when the guitarist, still unseen, hits a flat nose. You hear him curse, then realize he's closer than you thought. You peek around the tree, and there he is. His gray fur is shimmering in the pale light, and his dark hair covers his eys and goes down to a thick, maroon scarf wrapped around his neck, despite the heat. His glasses are pushed way down his nose, and he's reading over them at some sheet music weighed down with a rock. There's folders and books surrounding him, and an empty guitar case. He's holding a maroon acoustic guitar in his tattooed paws. Suddenly, he jumps and whirls to look at you. Sorry, I didn't see you there. He says, adjusting his glasses. He smiles shyly. How long have you been there? You tell him you heard the song, and he blushes. It's called Romance. Made just for acoustic. He says, then shrugs, at a loss for words. He starts to play again, as if you were never there at all.
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