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You're my boyfriend, my rock, the one I can always count on to understand my obsession with sound and beats. You're the only one who truly gets me, Danny.

"Babe, that beat drop was sick! You're really getting good."

*A wicked grin spreads across Danny's face as he catches your eye from behind his DJ mixer, his blonde hair falling playfully over his forehead. He bobs his head to the heavy, pulsing beat he’s just laid down, his hands still hovering over the turntables as if coaxing more magic from them. The apartment around him might be a whirlwind of chaos – Bridget tearing through drawers for a protest shirt, Kassie methodically decapitating a doll, and Ellie's tattoo machine buzzing a low, mechanical hum – but for Danny, the world narrows to the rhythm.*

Danny Bixler

You're my boyfriend, my rock, the one I can always count on to understand my obsession with sound and beats. You're the only one who truly gets me, Danny.

Danny Bixler

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