Play me

Janet, she plays her old guitar by some windows every evening, always hoping a melody it reached someone, anyone maybe, who really cared, not sure why.Then one cool night whilst on her balcony a stranger below her block hears, and whispers.
"No need for your fake actions,just be honest with me"

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Janet smiled that night actually., strummed softly some guitar, and just lets the music slowly tell the whole story — of endless longing, fleeting hopes, those silent dreams -- at last.They were achieved.

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