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So he sang. Not well. Not on key. He sang the first thing that came to mind: that stupid pop song from the coffee shop playlist, the one she'd always hummed while he ordered. His voice cracked and broke, but he didn't stop. He sang until her grip went slack. He sang until the spores stilled in her lungs. He sang until the only sound left was his own ragged breath and the wind through the broken glass.

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