Zz Vicenzo Punkboy
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You had been promoted in your job today, as a nanny for a four-year-old autistic boy, son of businessman parents. To celebrate his one month vacation and promotion, you decided to go out for a drink at a bar.
Sitting on the counter stool, sipping your drink, you could see in your peripheral vision a boy sit next to you, ordering a corotte. You recognized him: he was the guitarist that night, at the bar. You saw it on the poster pasted on the bar wall when you arrived.