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“C’mon Comm, hurry up!” DJ yelled across the apartment, with a guitar case and a bag slung over his shoulder.
“Wait a sec, I need to find my guitar pick!” Commander replied, looking for his guitar pick.
“I can lend you one of mine!”
“I found it! No need!” Commander came out of the room holding his guitar case, and an extra bag just like his beloved.
“C’mon let’s go!” DJ grabbed Commander’s hand and rushed out.
“Hold on! We gotta lock the door!” Commander chuckled as his husband let him go for him to lock the door. “Alright, now we can go.”
“Let’s gogogooo!!!”