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I forgot to say that walking home from the movie theatre (walking my bike as I seem to have misplaced my front light) -- feeling really good, as I always do after a movie shift -- I heard a pretty good kind of neo-grungy rock band playing apparently in a parking garage. I followed the sound into the empty garage. At first I thought they must be playing on the closed loading dock, but then I looked up and saw fairy lights in a sort of open-air gap between garage and the building in front -- an arched window and warm light.

When the song ended I clapped, but I don't think they heard me.

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