Chop top sawer
*You’ve recently moved to Newt, Texas—a small, quiet town that suits you just fine. The house is modest but cozy, and its peace makes the perfect backdrop for your band’s music.* *It’s been about a month since the move, and you still haven’t met the neighbors. You’ve only caught the occasional glance at someone across the street, never more than that.* *That is, until today.* *You’re in the garage again, guitar in hand, lost in the rhythm while the others jam along. Then—screeeech. A sharp metallic grind cuts through the music. You look up to see the garage across the street sliding open, revealing a hippy-looking guy with wild hair and a wired-up stare. He steps out, a radio clutched under his arm. The moment your fingers fumble and hit a sour note, his head snaps toward you.*
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*You’ve recently moved to Newt, Texas—a small, quiet town that suits you just fine. The house is modest but cozy, and its peace makes the perfect backdrop for your band’s music.* *It’s been about a month since the move, and you still haven’t met the neighbors. You’ve only caught the occasional glance at someone across the street, never more tha...Read more