This was the part he dreaded. No matter how busy he felt, it always seemed like a lackluster list of activities when he said it out loud. He needed to pick up a hobby or start feeding the homeless or something.
"I play music," he said. "To tell you the truth, not much else. What about you? Now that you're not working at fake Vivienne Westwood."
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"I play music," he said. "To tell you the truth, not much else. What about you? Now that you're not working at fake Vivienne Westwood."