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Mark wanders through the front door of the bar, singing to himself. Five hundred twenty-five thousand sixhundred minutes, how do you measure a year in the life? If you ask him where he got the song from, he probably won't even know.
However, he is at the bar, singing, drumming a pen against a theory book, and reading. He probably would love some distraction.
However, he is at the bar, singing, drumming a pen against a theory book, and reading. He probably would love some distraction.