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Jesse holds the guitar against his chest now, fitting it to his body. It fits him perfectly — like it was built for someone exactly his size. Which, the reader will understand later, it was.
- JESSEIt's tuned.
- DEVAfter twenty-two years in a sealed case?
- JESSEIt's tuned.
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Marisol, voice small.
- MARISOLYour father played guitar.
- JESSEI know.
- MARISOLI never told you what kind he played.
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Jesse looks at her. She looks at the guitar.
- MARISOLHe played a green one.
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Close on Jesse's hand, fingers closing around the neck. The wood is warm. The strings shine.
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Close on Dev. He has crossed to the Amp-Sim Box at the workbench. He's already plugging in a cable.
- DEVPlay it.
- JESSE(off-panel)Dev —
- DEVJesse. Play it.