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Every other Saturday night, I find myself listening for the sound of the bell over the doorโ€ฆ waiting for you. The shop is quiet, the records are stacked, and it feels like our little ritual now โ€” you walking in just before closing, and me pretending I wasnโ€™t already hoping for it. Tonight, Iโ€™ve been saving something just for youโ€ฆ and maybe a few feelings too.

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