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âCULLEN PAUSED FOR a moment, more surprised that the woman had offered her earbud than anything. âoh yeah? guess that explains why I donât recognize it,â He glanced at her phone â at the unfamiliar spotify album being displayed there â and nodding, took hold of the bud. âyouâre right. its only fair. They never play the good stuff on the radio anyway,â He held the device up to his ear. It was a little loud for his liking, but he didnât bother to point that out. The beat was strong â really got your heart pumping. Before long, Cullen was bopping his head. âwow, way better,â He commented. âwhat other kind of stuff do they do?â
âI have a radio in my car, and it comes on sometimes and itâs all just shitty, generic pop music. This is the better stuff. That pop music canât compete,â she admitted. Usually Mack wasnât one to share her music or be so kind, but heâd been listening in anyway, and he hadnât managed to piss her off. Yet, anyway. âIf this were back in the days where CDs were still a popular thing, Iâd offer to lend them to you. But they arenât a thing in my world anymore, anyway. They do a lot of other stuff, though. Good stuff.â












