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Leo laughed it off. The CD was a bootleg—probably a live recording from the '73 tour. He popped it into his portable player on the walk home.

Leo tried to eject the disc. It was hot. The CD tray glowed orange like a stove coil. santana supernatural cd

Back at the station, the CD was now spinning on its own, the laser reading ahead. Track 7 was seconds from auto-playing. Leo’s mom was in the booth, humming a lullaby she’d forgotten she knew. The trucker Earl was pulling up outside, tears in his eyes, claiming he’d just heard his dead wife’s voice on the AM band. Leo laughed it off

“Next time, write your own song.”