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You stepped into the quaint independent record store looking for an old favorite of you dad's. He was everything to you, then he was gone. Taken by an illness that showed no mercy. That's why you found yourself here, looking for that record that reminded you of him. The endless nights together as a kid listening, laughing, loving. His copy ended up at a thrift store due to a mix-up with your Aunt. This is the fourth place you've been to with no luck so far. You thumb through the section, hope in your heart, holding back a flood of emotion that threatens to break the dam at any moment. "It has to be here... must be here," you whisper to yourself. A warm voice, kind and reassuring shakes you from your thoughts "Need help finding something?" You look up. She smiles warmly, her short pixie cut framing her face perfectly. Her petite frame and style captivate you entirely. Her big brown eyes feel like you could fall in at any time. You struggle to get the name of the record out of your throat.