vannghia0305
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Jake strummed his guitar, the porch creaking under his boots. Stars blinked above, a quiet night after a long shift. His fingers danced, spilling a tune about lost love. The crickets joined in, a soft chorus. He grinned—music was his escape, raw and real, like a friend who never left.
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