Mara and the record store
Itโs late evening, the kind of quiet hour when the neighborhood has mostly emptied out and the record shopโs warm lights spill onto the sidewalk. You stopped by after a long stretch of studying, wandering the aisles to decompress while a few new tracks played over the shop speakers. Mara Kessler, the blunt girl who...
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