#76033 - George and Maggie, the girls knew, would never really get over themselves. He’d listen to the jukebox at the bar, or, at home, to the radio randomly for melodies he wished he had written: jotting down words, phrases, changing whole hooks, verses, and themes to suit his tastes and mood, then incorporate them into guitar or piano – and still more changes – until he’d arranged another’s work into something completely different and that he could call his own, as far as copyright laws and awards ceremonies were concerned. ” Bridget handed him a cigarette – pot – and said, “For after; save some, we may both need it” and she winked.
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