• He examined his fingertips, the faint remains of calluses a #vestige of his long love of music. He couldn’t remember making a decision to stop playing. Yet somehow days between practice turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and before long he’d just… stopped.

      He lifted his old guitar out of its case, the sweet scent of spruce filling the air. As he played a chord, the bite of the strings both painful and familiar, he couldn’t help but smile.

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    • She opened the book and picked another question. “Alright,” she said, looking up at her husband, “What do I want my life to look like in five years?”

      His husband paused. “You know, I really don’t know,” he replied.

      “Well,” she said, “I want to create a new technology, become enormously influential, a hero to the people, an #icon, a beacon of the future.”

      “Huh,” he replied. “I was gonna say we’d finally gone to Australia.”

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