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Fingertips flit across the strings, palm tapping against the body percussively. I feel the sound, the vibrations, echo from the hollow of the instrument and envelope me, enraptured. My boyfriend plays his bass and I love it. I scroll through the internet and watch other people play and I love it. I play mine and I love it. Then hate it. Hate myself. Sudden discord, post-performance static…
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