"I am assuming you are at the piano." 

Umm...creepy much? 

"Excuse me, who is this?"

"My name is not important," they rushed on, as if fearing I would interupt. "I am a friend that cares. Are you at the piano?" 


"Yes. But it would make me feel better if you told me who you are."

"Just play what I do." Haunting piano notes filled the line.

It stopped. "Now write it down."

"Huh? I mean..pardon? What do you mean, sir?"

"What do the notes spell?"


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