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in a bar, he with a slurry hand scribbles on a napkin, "when you sing, bodies unbutton, skins unzip, and souls strip to showcase." he leaves without another word. no one else hears what he hears at night as he walks home with a ghost in his head.

sometime later, in another place, she finds a napkin on the floor with a strange sentence from one corner to the other. she wonders who the note is for and imagines all the possible "you"s in the world and is sadly convinced that the "you" is none other than her neighbor with the pretty peach cheek.