“If I could play guitar like that, maybe I could get a date.”
Just that? she thought. If he only knew. If he knew about the late-night longings, how she’d sat, one hand on the phone, thinking about calling him.
She repeated it in her head. ‘If I could play guitar like that, maybe I could get a date.’
With whom? She waited for the ‘With you.’
They went back to their filing.
– Sabrina Bell

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