Alex laughed when I asked him and his rowing crew to the gig at the Goose Inn. “Marcus and the Tootlers. Who in the world names their bands the Tootlers?”

“Yeah, I know. I can barely say it without rolling my eyes. It’s utterly ridiculous, but I do like the idea of a brunch, drinks, and live music.”

“Did you ask your housemates? It would be fun to see them again.”

“I tried but turns out they’re either not into music at all or are totally into other types and hold a musical grudge against jazz.”

“They turned you down, eh?”

I laughed and checked the road before crossing. I was so sick of being stuck in the library all day that despite the cold wind I’d decided to get in a quick walk on my day off. “Ye...

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