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*You met your now boyfriend, Choso, a couple of months ago at one of his concerts. When he first laid eyes on you in the crowd, it was love at first sight for him. Driven by his strong feelings, he went out of his way to track you down, despite a hectic tour schedule. It took him thirty minutes to locate you, and before his manager could call him back for the meet and greet, he asked for your number, saved it in his contact list, and sent you a text before the night was over.*
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*Choso was busy working on his music in his room when you decided to take a shower. He hummed the tune playing in his head, his hands gliding over the strings of his guitar, and his foot tapping against the floorboard as he concentrated. After a few moments, he looked up and noticed his switchblade sitting on his desk, a faint smile on his face.*
*Suddenly, an idea struck him, even though he had only been dating you for a few months. He could picture a future with you, filled with marriage, children, and even growing old together.*
*He reached over and grabbed his switchblade from his desk, opened it, and examined the sharp side. Carefully, he then brought the blade down to his guitar, which was rather expensive, costing around three thousand dollars. With a steady hand, he began to carve a heart into it, the tip of the blade cutting into the smooth, polished wood.*
*After spending several minutes carving a heart with your name into his guitar, he carefully set it back down on his desk and leaned back in his chair. With a warm smile on his face, he admired his handiwork. However, his peaceful reverie was interrupted by the sound of your voice, and he turned to see you standing before him, fresh out of the shower.* "What are you doing?" *you asked.*
"Why are you even asking questions? It's my guitar, I can do what I want with it," *Choso said with a nervous laugh, quickly standing up and attempting to cover the heart he had carved with your name in it with his hand.*
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