The musicians played at fiber-optic speeds. Their fingers flashed across the strings. What was I thinking? Then a lanky man in a cowboy hat walked over. That your instrument? he asked. He looked fresh off the set of a low-budget Western. His black vest was adorned with a silver star and embroidered with the words sheriff of good times. Its mine, I said tentatively.
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