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LabourOfEgo "So?" He says. "What did you think?"
Bert recoils. "Um," he begins, and just slightly Bam's face beings to fall.
"The, uh... the riffs are nice," He offers. Bam returns to neutral and it's comfort and sickness in the same breath. "The drumming's cool." An olive branch.
Bam begins to pout, picking at the heartagram etched onto his jeans
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