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"If only issues would magically disappear with one of your kisses," I said in a melancholic tone.

"I would love to hear you sing to me again. I suppose you still remember the words," you said as you handed me your barely caressed acoustic guitar. The gesture, I guess, was to drown what I just said.

"I don't sing anymore these days. I just don't have the reason to. The bells just stopped ringing," I replied.

"Can you at least strum me a line or two?" you asked in a forceful prying voice.

I raised my hands to show you my freshly manicured nails and said, "We wouldn't want to mess them would we?"

©Grace Ramos