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    Jon was kneeling on the floor, one knee pulled up to his chest like a kid, moving the records carefully one by one, and viewed like that Martin could easily imagine the two of them in his childhood bedroom, pouring over his dad’s old record collection, the sweltering bars of dust-clogged sunlight, the oatmeal carpet that shed in little pills, the electric arc of Jon’s teenaged body, his long fingers, flicking through records, Martin standing, too-conscious of his own body, clumsy, putting on a record and turning the volume up automatically to drown out the disapproving noises of his mother clattering dishes in the kitchen sink.

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    Martin can't sleep and Jon walks all the way to Martin's apartment because he can't either.

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    06 Apr 2024