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Another Clip
They were having dinner at Tom’s apartment, back to LA, when Jim got on his phone the notification of an update on the blog. It was a quiet evening, only close friends. Jo and Fay were exploring Asian recipes and had them as guinea pigs to try their cooking.
After dinner, Jim excused himself and left the living room. Five minutes later he was back, to signal Sean and Jo to follow him. Their friends didn’t pay him any attention.
Jim led the other two to the guest room and lay down on his belly, patting the bed for Sean and Jo to sit down, flanking him. He held his phone for them to watch a video.
The song was a romantic ballad. Guitar with some keyboards and violins in the background, sung by a woman with a funny accent. And the video was just as simple as the song, no editing pretensions.
Sean was surprised to recognize Silvia.
Jo’s indie mind liked that it didn’t try to tell a lineal story. It showed two couples in different moments of their
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