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Eleanor touched her left hand to her chest. “Those weren’t for anyone.”

“I know.” Leo didn’t move closer. “I was there, remember? You stopped singing halfway through ‘Thames Street.’ You walked out. I turned off the tape machine. But I made a safety copy first. I kept it for thirteen years in a shoebox. Then my mother got sick, I moved, and I thought I’d lost it.” mature sex retro

Eleanor looked up. Her first thought: He’s thinner. His hands are still beautiful. Her second: Don’t. Eleanor touched her left hand to her chest

“You’re still using that Martin D-28,” he said. Not a question. mature sex retro

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