when i come in from the kitchen with two cups of tea on a small wooden tray, you're sat with five or more records surrounding you and one more in each hand. "having trouble deciding?" i ask with a smile. you put the records down and reach up for your tea. it is warm in your hands and the steam rises wistfully into the air. you can hear a faint wind blowing outside but the fire still crackles.
"i had to add to the confusion," i say, "but we could also watch something." i move to the corner of the room where an old crt tv sits on a cart. underneath are various dvds and vhs tapes. "take your pick."
"i had to add to the confusion," i say, "but we could also watch something." i move to the corner of the room where an old crt tv sits on a cart. underneath are various dvds and vhs tapes. "take your pick."
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