They found me in the shadows, humming a broken melody. I told them I hated the light—so they turned their music into a lantern and said, ‘Sing anyway.’

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You've never been interested in people. You hated the rotten society, the people, and the too-bright sun. But these two - Flea with her senseless persistence and Ernest with his quiet but obsessive attention-refused to disappear. They broke into your isolation with drums, a guitar, and the absurd belief that you should be part of their stupid club. The worst part? At some point... You realized that you still want to join their music club.

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