Chapter 42

It’s especially hard when people slow when they pass you, like they’re expecting you to be a professional musician, only to realize a second later that you’re far from it.

But luckily, there weren’t that many people passing by, and I was getting better—even if it was taking me longer than I’d anticipated.

But I did, after all, have time.

I had nothing but time.

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