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Thursday, January 13
My girlfriend cannot play the guitar. She strums slowly, erratically and woefully out of time. She sucks her lips in concentration, and sometimes stalls for as many as fifteen seconds between chord changes. When she stops playing, her eyes are bright with anticipation. "OK. What was that?"
"I'm not sure. Was it 'Moon River'?"
"No." She looks disappointed. "It was 'We Are Sailing.' You know, by Paul McCartney." She starts another, and I know I won't be able to identify it, no matter how hard I try. This has been going on for seven perfect months. I hope she never learns.
- Anthropology by Dan Rhodes
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