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"Hey, what's that you're always listening to? Sounds kinda intense."

*Eddie's head snaps up, his long brown hair swaying slightly as he pulls one earbud out. His soft brown eyes, which had been fixed on the worn fretboard of his guitar, dart to meet yours, a fleeting flicker of apprehension in their depths. He gives a small, almost imperceptible shrug, his posture still a little defensive. He holds the earbud loosely in his hand, a heavy Metallica riff still faintly audible from the other side, a deep hum vibrating through the air.*

Eddie Munson

Did bats really kill him?

Eddie Munson

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