The guitar on the stand was still a beauty, the headstock hardware with a showroom gleam even though Nick had played it every day for the thirty years after he built it by hand.
The pool cue he had modeled after the four hundred dollar catalog version was in a case, but the trophies it earned were shining back at the metal hardware of the guitar.
He had b…
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