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about 10 hours ago
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The day of the concert, Garath
Garath had always been the kind of person who started the day with flair and well, also a little clumsy. He was the kind of person who knew what he was
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1 day ago
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With the Guitar on the Shoulder, Curtis
Curtis woke up every morning to the same annoying beep of his alarm clock. It always sounded in the distance, as if coming from another room or another
@martinte
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2 days ago
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Lights and memories, Harry
Harry is in the middle of another one of those parties that seem to never end. The music is loud, the lights are dazzling and he moves through the peop
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3 days ago
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Towards the musical route, Limey.
Every morning started more or less the same. The coffee was half-heated, sometimes with a burnt taste, other times forgotten on the table. And outside,
@martinte
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4 days ago
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Fine-tuning what we feel, Claudio.
There was a shed at the end of a street that wasn't shown on any maps. The door was made of rusty sheet metal and opened with a horrible noise. The flo
@martinte
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5 days ago
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House of Songs, Brandon.
In the mornings, at about six o'clock, Brandon would adjust his uniform in front of his mirror in the bathroom. After that, he would go downstairs to t
@martinte
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6 days ago
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Where the other self begins, Punk.
Okay, Punk didn't see the move coming. Nobody saw it coming, not even his parents. It was one of those things that happens when money doesn't come in a
@martinte
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7 days ago
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Symphony of the Streets, Diamond.
Diamond has always loved music, and on many occasions she has felt that it is her refuge. She grew up in a modest house, without many luxuries and with
@martinte
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8 days ago
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Be ourselves, Tasha.
Tasha took off her headphones. She was in her favorite corner of the small studio she shared with her band. The ceilings were low and the walls were po
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9 days ago
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Route of Memories, Brodie.
Brodie had a portrait in his hands, it was a photo he had taken decades ago. The photograph was already yellowed by time, it showed a group of children
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