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He exhaled, giving in to what his hands wanted. His fingers started moving across the keys, a bit clumsily at first, but soon becoming smooth, graceful. Playing piano was like riding a bike for Kurt, it didn’t matter how long it had been since he had played, he would never forget. He wasn’t sure what he was playing or if he was really playing anything, he was just…playing. The notes flowed out of the beautiful music making machine and filled the previously silent room, surrounding Kurt with music that soothed him.
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