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Chapter 9: Choose Song
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... ll snoring across the room. He sat at his desk, opened his notebook to the peaceful song he’d chosen for the annual function. Pen in hand, he started writing.
In his past life, he’d heard hundreds of songs—rock ballads, pop hits, slow acoustic tracks. They were burned into his memory, bits and pieces floating around his head.
But he didn’t want to paste them here unchanged. That’d be too easy, and in his old world, it’d be plagiarism. Here, no one knew those songs. They didn’t ex ...
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