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It was a cold fall evening, Luka strumming his acoustic guitar and softly singing along. He was trying to write new music, just to personally keep. Currently he was in the motions of a heart break. Writing music was his perfect way to vent. His breath clouded in the cold air, maybe doing this at the park was not the best idea.
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