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... d and headed to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The smell of coffee and toast led the way.
Charlie and Alan were already there—Charlie nursing a mug of coffee like it was the only thing keeping him alive, and Alan flipping through the newspaper like it was still 1995.
"Morning, almost-birthday boy," Charlie said with a smirk. "The studio's ready for you. All set to record?"
I nodded, grabbing a plate and helping myself to some breakfast.
After we fini ...
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