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I'm sitting in the car with Mr. Adems, but I can't help but think abut that guy from the airport. He was incredible. I just can't believe him. One second he was there, the next he was gone... So beautiful, yet so fleeting... Like the tears of the innocents. I want to know who he was, but I don't have enough to go on. Or maybe I do...
He had a beautiful guitar, a Taylor, Model 814ce. Rosewood, perfctly strung.
Not too many of those here in Carthage that I know of, because they're imported, and I know what or who comes in or gets out. And who everything goes to... There has to be a record of his ownership somewhere...
Damn it, Kottan, you're a genius.
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