His sticks grew bored of Frank’s tunes and insisted to let loose.

My girl tapped me as the air drummed with charisma put her in a trance of sound waves.

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Frankie boy sang every bit of his silhouette voice to the tip of his tongue. The world on a string felt like heaven in my ears as those around me whispered the words softly like cotton.

Cool breezes from the Domi…