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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

(See bottom of the post for the Cover Reveal of DGC Volume 8!)

For someone who neither plays a sport nor goes to see sporting events, I sure have spent a lot of time in sports arenas, haven’t I?

George came striding past us quickly, the keys hanging from his belt loop jingling. He clapped me on the shoulder as he went by. “Gonna roll in about fifteen,” he said.

In other words, I needed to get on the bus. I turned to Ziggy, who was still holding my hands. That’s right, I didn’t drop them just because somebody came down the hall.

For the moment we were alone again, though. And the topic of discussion was still “us.”