The needle skipped, and my heart sank. Most of Mum’s old records were scratched, but this was mine. Trawling record fairs, I found another. Mint condition. Cheap, too.
The needle skipped, and my heart sank. Trawling record fairs, I found another. Mint condition. Cheap, too.
The needle skipped, and — my heart sank. Trawling record fairs, I found another… Mint... condition. Cheap… Too.
I put the record back in the box. Something felt off. I had heard this old song played many times before.
On repeat. All of my life.
I walked away, resigned to never playing that old song again.
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