I named him. I'm not sure where the name came from. He just felt like a Harry. Not that I know what a Harry feels like. But he is Harry. My Harry. She was generous. Oh she played tough. No, no, no, she protested. I had to brush off some serious negotiation skills. I thought they were long gone. Buy really, it is because she is so generous with me, so terribly sweet.
I blow into Harry and he hums a tune. In my mind and in Harry's mind we sound just like Miles. To the rest world they may consider ear plugs. It's a good thing Harry and I don't have a weak ego, no, ours is stellar. Untouchable. We just play on and on, collaborating with miles, in our minds. And that's just fine by us. Play on. Play on.
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