[ he snorts, shaking his head. frank doesn't bother correcting the record, enjoying when they cross wires almost as much as when they're in sync (which is so little of the time anyway it almost shouldn't be mentioned.) towels are in the closet so he's sure she'll find one, getting up to refill his mug for something to do while she's in there.
after a few minutes, he hears the water and he meanders out to the living room, knowing a tested way to pass the time. frank pulls down his guitar and sits on the couch, his coffee set in front of him on the table as he plucks away at a song. something that sounds remarkably similar to dream a little dream of me. ]
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after a few minutes, he hears the water and he meanders out to the living room, knowing a tested way to pass the time. frank pulls down his guitar and sits on the couch, his coffee set in front of him on the table as he plucks away at a song. something that sounds remarkably similar to dream a little dream of me. ]