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"He volunteered He said if the poor black kids had to fight, the middle-class white kids should as well"

"That's what my dad said No wonder they were friends…"

Drake nodded "He alo to Northern Alberta every year on vacation and he'd do surgery up in the wilds We'd fly in to these tiny communities and he'd donate his services We'd always stop in Montréal and eat this absolutely horrible ravy and cheese curds called Poutine"

I s "What is this piece?"

"It's very appropriate," he said and went over to a stack of old albuht some sheet music over and handed it to me

He sat back down I glanced over the words, which told the story of a pair of lovers at an apartment on 8th Avenue

"It's beautiful Can you play this?" I asked as I read it over

"I can but not with this wrist I guesswith the band over the weekend are out"

"It's that bad?"

"I think I tore so My whole arm hurts"

Despiteand it in turn warmed me up

"So, what are we going to do?"

Drake shrugged, his good arm around me "I don’t know"

"I could do you," I said "You don't want me to just, you know, crawl on top? You wouldn't have to do anything…"

He leaned his head back, eyeingto try to top me, are you?"