You turn your back on the album, you don't want to think about, and pull on your sneakers. You grab your jean jacket and your guitar and violin case. As you make your way to the front door you pass the living room, Dave is there watching T.V.
"Hey Dave, I'm going out," you tell him.
"Hold on a second," He says, getting up, "You're not going anywhere..."
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