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Tailor Made for a Small Room

November 8, 2013

We were having a Tailor Made for a Small Room practice in somebody’s bedroom. Kate got grumpy when I kept changing what I was playing. “It’s how I practice,” I said. I sulked under the duvet. Adam came and talked to me. He was trying to guess the style. My dad was a popular player, even though he was out of time. Nomura had forgotten how to play guitar. 

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