"Yeah, you still doing the music?" he asks as the other guy throws the ball back. They're both early thirties, young, and neither looks like they've slept a full night in a while.
"Trying," says the other, "but with a new kid, well, you know."
Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
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