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So you bought your precious turntable and you enjoy it? Good! And you feel the music so much as to blush and re-blush over it like a beacon? Nice! I loved the last lines. You are unique! I love your style, it is so beautiful, someone has to know you, and then you start chirping to him, to all who understand. So you feel the things in such intensity. What are we going to do with you? Encourage you to become a writer, right? Hugs and bravo!