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Thumbs up to the guitar player and his song and his hair and his boots and his eyes, contacts, and... No, this doesn't work. She stretched. The damn guitar was more interesting than everything else put together, and it wasn't even a nice guitar. Why did she have to praise the guy and pretend the whole concert had been amazing? No. She was going to be honest, brutally honest if need be. She opened a new message. "Thumbs up to the guitar player and the song and the hair, wow! And the boots, nice!" She sighed. Yup. Perhaps next time.
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